Nostalgia
To the cloudy evenings that darken the day;
To the pitter patter of raindrops on my window panes;
To the sweet odor of the earth after a downpour;
And to the rainbow flashing across the blue sky;
I yearn to return.
To the melodious chirping of the sparrows in the morn;
To the starry nights and the bright moonlights;
To the refreshing sundaes under the blazing sun;
And to the moments loaded with tons of fun;
I yearn to return.
To the steaming cappuccinos after a cold spell;
To the icy lemonades on a sunny afternoon;
To the brief siestas after the gourmet lunches;
And to the clatter of dishes on the eve of a celebration;
I yearn to return.
To the unending talks between my mother and me;
To the silly pranks of my brother that I hated then;
To the innocent compliance of my younger ones;
And to the gay laughter of my friends around;
I yearn to return.
To the grannies spinning tales all night long;
To my mom who strokes my hair, even now that I am an adult;
To the chatter of my siblings on a Sunday afternoon;
And to the commotion of the friends who drop by;
I yearn to return.
To the home of my immortal memories;
To the land of my constant dreams;
And to the place where I feel I belong;
I yearn to return.
Mar.23,’05.
Copyright © Imrana Iqbal | Year Posted 2012
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