Today I washed my life into a washing machine.
Just within fifteen minutes.
That was a magic of washing powder and washing mode.
I was going through a dream of clean India.. Actually..
But I saved those five years,
Which was fresh till today.
All the pain, fraud, trust, allegations, infamy, ambitions have been washed today.
Now I am a child of just five years old,
Who always fold with the arms of his father.
Who always wake-up without alarm on independence day morning.
Who always clapped on speeches.
The rainy days are going to exist.
Rouded sweets are seems to be sweet.
That fog have come again,
Which don't want to go till evening.
Again my mother tagged my shoe lace.
That bells of intervals.
That school tiffin, paratha and pickle of mango.
That grubby collar of white shirt.
That workbook of Math, English and Hindi.
Doordarshan, Rangoli, Chitrahar and Sundays are going to exist again.
Just within fifteen minutes.
Today I washed my life into a washing machine.
It is exactly like reliving the childhood days all over again. Washing machine acts like a time machine which relieves us of the 'All the pain, fraud, trust, allegations, infamy, ' ambitions' and brings us our school days and joy of watching Chitrahar on Doordarshan and much more. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing.
thanks sir... I am new on this site but it's good to found such a comment. I will post my another poems soon. hope you like that.. thanks for reply..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Neeraj Mishra. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.