The Breeze
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon tattered page piles,
the breeze had littered outside,
The garden far side
I picked up a dog eared page,
Brought back memories of the bygone age,
Of the days of sitting together,
In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather.
On such a glorious winter day,
A long time ago, by the way,
I scribbled on this page love notes,
In double quotes.
Nostalgic now are,
Memories of “au revoir”,
Melancholy tones fill in,
My poignant heart to its brim.
A breeze now blows this dog eared page,
And I dully chase it with some rage,
To find it stuck to the old gum tree,
And as I see the page I begin to read all about me……………..
Silently laid my eyes,
Upon other tattered page piles,
the breeze had littered outside,
The garden far side……………………..
Copyright © Sashi Prabhu | Year Posted 2014
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