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Nostalgia

Idyllic memoirs of my boyhood days I have lost into thorny hedges of my native village where now sprawl of concrete jungle stands. Hedgehogs, hares and squirrels no longer scurry through the fallow fields and the packs of wolves which used to roam unhindered on grassy lands have been hounded into extinction by rude rattle of trucks I still grope for the herb with which my father used to cure eczema and I am at loss to spot the creepers that purges toxins through diueresis How can I revisit that lost pastoral village which I left a decade ago to settle in town?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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