A memory, A Home, and piece of Fine writing

A   Memory,  a  Home,   and  a piece of   Fine  writing.

 A Memory, inerasable, lasting unto   the   last

Precious  moment   of   your  final  breath,

As   fresh  as Lavender,  as  pure ,pristine, holy

As  Altar  of   Vedic     rituals;

A  home   of  ancestral   pillared    conduction,   

With   a  provision  of  tiny  domes for

Sparrows  to  twitter  and   chat ,not  envying,                                

 Lesson  of  reprimand  for  those

Bickering    for   division of    land  and field,

Fiction  beyond  the  Thriller, crime  and

 romance , a  delectable   piece of  poetry,

Heart’s  mysterious   secret identity.