Ma frequently says
when i was 6 years old
i used to draw on walls
on countless number of papers
bills and brother's notebooks.
I used to draw green hills
Where even an ant waits for my order to bite
And a half sun with red crayon
that always questions me- to rise or to set?
A river breathed by hills
a thatched hut on the bank
and an unopened letter on its doorstep.
Even now
The image of hills, half sun
and hut under the palm tree
screen behind my eyelids
And when ever a new letter falls
on the doorstep
A poem forms itself in me.
when i was 6 years old
i used to draw on walls
on countless number of papers
bills and brother's notebooks.
I used to draw green hills
Where even an ant waits for my order to bite
And a half sun with red crayon
that always questions me- to rise or to set?
A river breathed by hills
a thatched hut on the bank
and an unopened letter on its doorstep.
Even now
The image of hills, half sun
and hut under the palm tree
screen behind my eyelids
And when ever a new letter falls
on the doorstep
A poem forms itself in me.
* 12-07-2012
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