Enjoying the second childhood
At the age of forty three
Getting up early so unpleasant
Lazy Mornings…...
There the mornings were not so cold
Outdoors not icy!
No jackets and shoes
Not a groomed soldier anymore.
The long centipede train waits for me at seven
At times the centipede keeps me waiting
Filtering through famous London bridge and notorious Blackfrairs
Running then through Royal St. Pancras and St. Albans.
By when do I reach Luton
I regress through forty two years
Drifting cozily through the white clouds of memories
mystique green trees and fields of my land.
The strong fingers of my father
To hold me tightly and for me to swing lightly
My mother to pack me tasty snacks
My confidence and security.
Like Rising rocket then
My school walks
I fought with the stones on the way
The thorns on the side cactus - fence
My worn slate broke into pieces
Me falling on the stony way
Alas! How many times did I fall down
Through the twists and turns of my life-road
The river flowing by the side of my home
Soaked my teachers, friends and me
My home an abode for the wet souls
My teachers hugged me tight,my new friends.
To and from the school I walked
With my friends, my naughty darlings!
We plucked and sucked
Mangos, Lemon and Chillies
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To see us lie on sick bed!
No illness did prevent us playing
With round stones sitting along
The sides and corner of our streets
No buses, taxis or Rickshaws were insight
Nobody to scream “wash and change dress
Eat and pray, the time is moving”.
Plenty of water to have a bath
When the rainy season starts..a bliss!!!
Oh, my good old days, I miss you dear
The centipede stops with a roar.....
White clouds swift away
But it is Luton Station
That I have to alight now.
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