Swinging trees with the melody of birds tweets,
Memorizing the days which she used to live,
Bunch of friends and latest trends,
being selfless was her hobby,
but sometimes she fearlessly whispered
with her self in the passengers lobby,
She never knew thing could change so fast,
Left alone on an old wooden bench along with
some memories which were forever vast.
Recollecting the pictures, beautiful handmade
postcards and withered flowers,
Which made her cry, smile and gasp.
-Al Husna Parveen