It holds memories
From the entrance,
To the terrace.
It holds memories.
From the alphabets on walls,
To the echoes of childhood bawls.
It holds memories.
From using the couch as a trampoline,
To the bangalow's sheen.
It holds memories.
From watering my favourite trees,
To the hive of bees.
It holds memories.
From the swing in the lawn,
To the telephone.
It holds memories.
From having coffee in the balcony,
To the wind chimes' symphony.
It holds memories.
~AVANI
