The Golden Casket of Memories

Who says the bygone moments fade?
He opened his bronze casket
Lingered his fingers across the crystal Jar
Removed  it's tightened lid
And here she was
Least Smothered
Least Exhausted
But still an untamed beauty
Parallel to the one
When the first time they had crossed their roads
She was still wearing the pendant of wet green leaves
An anklet having bells of clouds
A musk of rain- soaked- droughted- earth
And a Kohl of frosty smoke

How could he let her go?
When he has promised her timeless immortality
He made her abode in the temple of his verse
Where merely the statue was of  his words
But beneath those poetic marbles
Her soul dictatored alone...

Paras Ali 2016