I have not slept for days…
Whenever I tried to
bedeemed recollections dances upon my mind.
Splendid memoir of graceful childhood chance to gleam
through the mist and ripples of time…over time!
The fragrance of wet soil,make me,on the vulture wings,fly
where my tiny hands’ only job was to catch a butterfly.
Like the cirrus cloud that rafted along the blue sky
devouring the elegance of my motherland from heart so high.
O I see…
Angelic brothers’ devilish fight,
hide &seek in the summer night,
on a cart ride once I fell down the ground
jumping,rolling and being fooled around,
I stole a hajomla tablet and paid a heavy sound,swimming across the day,skipping rocks on the pond
I remember the days…when I was…
As a chweet baby of my father,
blowing big balloons,swinging on his lap
as a barbie gal of my mother,
hugged blue kisses,dreaming in softy nap
as a princess in my majhia maa’ fairy tale,
flying into the sky with my dark and hunky prince
as a naughty doll of my brothers,
teasing funny lines for a freaky little pinch
joy of revisiting childhood translated into rapture of happiness
but,alas!what i see breaks my heart into smithereenrs
a boy,on the road covered with grime& sweat
is it his all that we call childhood or cursed fate
O almighty! I need not my childhood again
but full of energy to fight against the pauper
a heartful of smile,on their lips,filled to the brim
even it may cost my blood,bone and soul trimmed.
(dedicated to a chweet baby!!)