Aarushi Chatterjee Poems

As I wander over cornfields with my old stick at my side
Wearing up the singing hill where once a boy I lied
Oh how I laughed as I remembered playing childish games
Running along craggy rocks and bathing in the Thames
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When I peeped through the window at play
I saw it's just another rainy day;
People passed me covered with Macs
Boots hitting the soddy ground with cracks
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On a midnight stroll
On a moonlit night
I gaze up at the sky
The moon's a pearly white
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We started our lives as a little seed.
Encased as an infant with love and care:
Sprouting slowly into a kid,
And hey presto! There's a sapling there.
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With Monsoon come the strange lilies,
Blossoming in the stream
Giving out such sweet scent,
Reflecting on their leaves
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When I was young
You held my finger
Clasped that little hand.
Led me through
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Perched high upon that tree,
Singing her pretty little song
Dances the sweet-voiced cuckoo
Singing all day long.
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When poppies bloom and springdales dance
when the grey squirrels jump about in play
as the new leaves flutter in the wind afresh
as the gentle spring breeze makes its way.
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You are sorrowful, weighed down with plight
And yet do not permit it in public sight.
Your heart aches, down with despondency
And yet you fear the glare of society.
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When water runs down dry shingles
The ponds become full to overflow
When the spine of the mountains tingles
With the melting of the snow
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