A PATH TO WOOD

Last night, when I woke up; 

From a dream I saw, I broke up.

Memories were, past to mind; 

A light indeed, I couldn’t find.

A boy of about four,

peeping through hole of my door. 
A story yet to explore; 

The eyes, I couldn’t Ignore.

I walked off to him, 

he ran from light to dim. 

I couldn’t see his face; 

Boy in distress, full of disgrace.

I ran behind, behind to find;

The lost memory, I couldn’t find.

I followed the path, he travelled; 

For the mystery to be unravelled. 

I begged to stop, I yelled, I cried.

He turned to me, my eyes surprised. 

I couldn’t speak; On knees, I stood. 

Vanished my childhood, in a path to wood. 

~ SACHIN SUMAN