Today I Washed My Life Into A Washing Machine. Poem by Neeraj Mishra

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.