Pooja Mandla
Flashes of light flow through my heart, flickering memories of summers past,
From Army Station to Granny’s house visit temptations,
Of happy times and playful vacations
The wanderer in me had so much fun
Ah, what silvery resplendent days were those then!
Three days train journey from Assam to Punjab,
The magical music of nature and the symphony of splendid delights,
The skies looked like blue oceans in the paradise and birds soared to grasp full flights.
Everything used to look magical while sitting inside the train.
Ah, what notorious journeys were those when sometimes pulling the train chains!
Welcomed by grandparents with open arms and so much warmth,
I could hear our happiness bubbling and screaming with each of our laugh forms.
Heavenly it was to eat my grandma’s scrumptious meals and mortar pestle’s mango chutney,
That had served with her contagious smile of honey.
Boiling noons were serenaded by funny granny’s stories yet mighty,
That echoed the splashes of joy and ecstasy
Ah! The air was so cool and unadulterated without the artificial air coolers, especially.
Undulating summer meadows glittered, like ornaments in Mother Nature’s crown,
Adorning fields of emerald green draped in its golden gown
Water cascaded down the irrigation pumps,
Giggling and gushing, I loosened myself under majestic water when jumps
Oh, what innocent, magical, fascinating, unparalleled summer vacations were those!
Life was then exciting and alluring!
I can’t forget those days of mine, reviving those memories, my heart keeps soaring.
Pooja Mandla
Glossary: ‘chutney’- a spicy condiment of Indian origin, made of fruits or vegetables with vinegar, spices, and sugar.
A beautiful expression of granny’s love. Aren’t they the sweetest beings on earth. Lovely it is!
@poojamandla you reminded me my childhood💚💚🥰
Yes, they are the sweetest of all! Thank you Sonali for stopping by, sweetie💚💚
Loved the vivid imagery…Beautiful poem Pooja
Thank you for reading, Roodaba💚💚
Beautiful poem Pooja 💚💚 Childhood is unadulterated!
Yes, childhood is the best! Thank you for reading, Nikita💚💚
Beautiful poem Pooja💚💚💚
Thank you dear Instant💚💚
Sorry Indrani
Such a beautiful poem, Pooja. You took me to my childhood days with the tales of train rides and grandma’s warm love.,. Thanks so much for the trip down the memory lane. Loved your poem. 💚💚💚
Thank you for reading, dear Moonmoon💚💚
Aww!! I was carried along with my cherished memories of Granny’s house. What an ecstatic experience of summer days we used to have. No money and luxury can buy these moments. We were lucky enough.
Absolutely true! No money can buy these moments. I’m glad you liked it, dear @gsps