The Souvenir

While revisiting his school after 30 years
Seeing the basketball court he was in tears
No, he hadn’t ever been into any sport
A matter of special memory lend his mind stort
Touching the sand, he went into the beautiful past
Years ago at the same place a momentous story took kickstart

Despite the amalgam moments of friendship and fights they fought
To ask someone for her contact, he thought
Saw an old man with some files in weak hands
Greeted with bow, a series of questionaire he lands

After the futile hustle to unwind the mystery chain
Old man pointed to “inquiry desk” written on old window pane
“Do you have any remembrance or a single reason to stay? “
Amidst the pile of junk scattered in his brain
He replied with a smile, yes, her birthday!