Post #4763

Title - 7 things survived the fire The things which survived the fire Are the ones I love the most It is all smoke around me And it feels like I'm a ghost There was this dried rose flower You gave me when we were out the first time The look at the face of that flower girl She was confused and giggled like a wind chime Then the book on the table I use to read when you behaved like a child You use to make faces because you never liked it My house is burning but I still smiled. Then your loose t-shirt on a hanger The one which was your favorite and you never wear It feels more comfortable with every wash And now I can smell the fire in the air Then there was this empty fish tank The one in which Phoebe used to swim It's empty now after she died Now the daylight outside is dim Then the white locket of mine The one which has my name over it I always wore it but I don't anymore, The oxygen is low and it feels like I should quit Then the empty photo frame Which used to have a picture of you I have all the thing in my hand now And I'm on the floor with them too Now I hear sirens and people shouting And devils picked me up wearing red attire Now I'm in the hospital bed alone in the room And people outside are saying that 7 Things survived the fire. #review#vishal#poetry