As I draw the curtains of my eyes,
My ears imbue with a sweet reprise.
The Mohagany that I quelled,
Is rocking me to eternal sleep.
Echoes ring from the corridors,
Maa pleading ”Baban one morsel more”.
The languid heart is prodding the eyes
A little child I could remember.
Running bare feet on the scorching pitch
the roads, across the farms,
Devouring wild fruits guzzled river in the bowl of palms,
When the clouds worked the whole day,
He floated paper boats on the way.
Autumn brushed his cheeks red,
Still, he loved walking on the crumbling
Then concrete jungle took him away,
Life turned to a dissonant play.
Parched feet ran an everlasting race,
No destination, no solace.
If I could pause and rewind,
I could plunge in the ocean of love entwined.
Tears and moonlight flood my closed eyes,
A blurred tranquil road awaits the other side.
The aroma of mothers sweat mingles in the breath of mine,
Maa the shadow at the tranquil path is it thine?
The autumn breeze sings a repose lullaby!