The Memory Lane Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

You exist there
In the realm of nowhere
But everywhere
I feel and go around seeking you

Your precious smile
Blossoms beautifully
In the heart of my heart
Spreading its petals one by one
And staining itself into dark red
Borrowing crimson from the setting sun
To boost and inspire me
At my critical juncture
In my world of limitations
Protected by pebbles
Shining golden in the sun rays
Silvery in the moonlight
My bosom lost therein
In the whirl of your love

Absolutely gullible though
Living and being loved in memory
And I celebrate
The joy of our free existence
In the game of dark clouds
With a gust of whistling wind
To the tune of rain drops
Looking like diamond pieces
Pattering on my asbestos roof
And disturbing smoothly
The memory of honey-coloured days
In your lap lying my head
And you fingering my curly hair
Passionately in your charismatic way
I don't think you have ever forgotten.

©®Dasharath Naik