those pots of roses
into which dida
added used leaves of tea
sometimes the summer
returns to me
those rays running breaking
my night's snuggled sleep
lost in dark hours now
sometimes the summer
returns to me
those empty straight roads
leading to quarters in cream
with charming green mangoes
or eleven trees of neem
sometimes the summer
returns to me
those stolen fish fries
in bowls too hot for my hand
or rasna and maggi-lined smiles
lost now in mealtimes so bland
sometimes the summer
returns to me
into which dida
added used leaves of tea
sometimes the summer
returns to me
those rays running breaking
my night's snuggled sleep
lost in dark hours now
sometimes the summer
returns to me
those empty straight roads
leading to quarters in cream
with charming green mangoes
or eleven trees of neem
sometimes the summer
returns to me
those stolen fish fries
in bowls too hot for my hand
or rasna and maggi-lined smiles
lost now in mealtimes so bland
sometimes the summer
returns to me
3 comments:
This is beautiful and nostalgic...bit concerned as well though bum, sab theekh?
Sab theekh :) Summer holidays, if you think of them, you'll feel just the same :) :)
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