Reality

//Into the reality//

The money plant,
It was three in my
Backyard and
Few more plants
Adorning the house
But clasped in my memory.

They were my
Friends whom I used to
Water and
pluck a few
Leaves and few flowers.
They were my price possessions.

I used to
Sit with my Bambi
The he-goat,
And patted
Him as he looked through
My eyes and licking my hand.

The star as
You see embellished
These are your
Tales you wished
Were true into the
reality but now dead.
©Aquib