Days of Yore
Days of Yore…
Was it the blue azure?
Of a summer sky faded,
Or those scattered clouds that
Stretched above us and shaded,
Our innocent souls from the burning ball,
Or was it in those friends of mine who
For me, would happily take the fall…
Maybe it was my mothers embalming caress, her soothing smile
Which in an unspoken way, used to say it all…
Was it those listless evenings,
Where we’d breeze along the empty lanes.
Or was it the monsoons, when we’d romp in soaked fields,
Playing football… Bless those heavenly rains.
Was it that peace at gloamings, when we
Nestled in our mothers lap as she sang us lullabies.
Or was it in those beautiful scenes
Of rising stars and fading skies…..
And still in fathomless depths of my heart,
Lie things of yore………
Is it me who’s grown or the world is changed?
I long for that fragmented breeze that blows no more…..
And no more comes my mothers sweet
Voice to push away pleasant dreams at dawn.
And like everything that was innocent … and beautiful,
My childhood too is gone…..
Category: Poems
