Each time I cross a milestone
I try n recall every place the sun shone
The one that moon lit
The one on which the stars glittered
The breeze with which came the sand, the dust and my eyelids flickered...
The time in tiny frocks- fun n frolic
The swing, the see-saw, the puppy-lick
That stupid running behind cows
Soiling hands in the dung
How furiously we would be whisked by mum...
A faint memory of a dad's joyful lift
Pulling his whiskers- a naughty kid.
A wishful thought
To my mind I brought-
...Nothing looks the same anymore!
A little hesitation
To ask for direction
In this town that no more looks the same
Everything has been smitten by fame
D cattle no more visit our lanes
They graze in the graveyards
Instead of meadows green in rain
I sit here admire... Lame...