Latha Prem Sakhya
Down Memory Lane - Poem by Latha Prem Sakhya
Going down memory lane,
I came to my old homestead-
Where, for seventeen summers
I was nurtured.
The old rambling house, with its spacious rooms;
The sweeping land; the gigantic tamarind trees-
Four great pillars- sentry like
Guarding the terrain.
The second one, nearest to my homestead -
Our favourite haunt! My siblings
And I, with childish enthusiasm, played
Making doll houses and keeping house.
Oh, it was such fun then! 0
No care, no worries,
Only, innocent mirth and grief.
But alas gliding years,
Weaves a nostalgic dream
Unwinding the spool of yearning,
To regain the golden days of childhood.
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