Your body get wrinkles, hairs get grey, Your memory castle never fade away. Priceless lessons on those stairs, Mesmerizing story on that flares. Windchime sings my Jane's song, Dreamcatcher mount like diamond prong. Smily faces and festive laugh all will be there around my cart. ©PRIYANSHI MITTAL #Dhund #Memories #Poet #Poetry #poem #Dream #Dreams #experience #Jane
