Memory Chronicles Poem by O Sudhir Janardhanan

I enjoy, with friends, walk down memory street
Everybody hangs some moments,
with lemonade, to dry in the heat

Most dirty, always colorful, smelling of grass stain.

I see children running brown
Screaming giggle, streaming sunlight,
with spread arms planes scampering down

Laughter long, loud enough to dissolve old pain.

The loving caress of scraped shin
Rust dusted, bundles of joy,
bicycles un-oiled pedals creakin'

Flat tyre, pushed pulled uphill does not strain.

String broken guitar strummed clear
Randomly drummed djembe accompanies
the first songs that I recognize here

In tunes plagiarized, hum memory chronicles lain.