Home Poem by SABREEN AHMED

#Home# The wind that wafts across the titling Titasopas,
swiftly swaying over the thick grove of Sagun trees, in the large open childhood fields of titillating tangy parties with fresh olives and berries, of cycle races and lost games of kabaddi and hide and seek is home. From bokul scented tangerine dusks to studious mosquito bitten candlelight desks, the hilarious laughing women on the village road at budhni burhi's rice bear driven trance or the frightened children running away at the Nepali Oldman's piping sound following the long trail of his homecoming cows before twilight. Time slipped under the sun drawing remembrance of all fear and fun, like the haunted laburnum or the silk cotton simolu behind the dry pond of the forest with the hollow horrors of bygone years. The grass is forever green on the one side while arid on the other. It still resurrects shadowy dreams of a not so distant past. @ Sabreen
Published in 'Paradise on Earth' edited by Stephen Bodhan (USA) an Anthology of poets across 27 countries.