Eruptions Of Neuronic Activity

Down the hill

A lake chill and still,

Walking down the memory lane

The Poet recalls some fairy tales,

Few to forget

And few to tell,

Hoping to find her

By the lake

Down the lane;

Though ye know,

The poet died

Just after ,

The lake dried.

Now

She doesn’t know,

Where the grave lies………

From The memory lanes….Achal ‘The dead Poet’