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In the pediment of the blue hills rolling down from the horizon
the young sun of the east spread surreal splendor on landscape
with the carvings of meandered streams, verdant meadows,
transparent blue ponds, thriving thickets and emerald vales.
My youth embedded in the naïvety of juvenile exuberance
fluttered on wings of indigo birds scaling the cerulean sky
like my multicolored kites flying at fringe of fleeting clouds, 
in their adrift enigmatic shadows sweeping the meadow
I saw my freak fantasy take nebulous shapes I marveled, 
wondering what they meant, they were so artfully expressive
in the intricate interlacing of the opposites, light and shade,
like the patterns smoky sunbeams created piercing the foliage
in the forest where I ventured chasing the motifs of butterflies, 
or like the dancing design the lengthening sunset shadows
the trees made on the pond rippling at sailing swan’s wake
I followed swimming away from the seething summer heat. 

The infantile images deeply engraved in the ductile young mind
trampled by the footsteps that have walked me so far away,
lie buried under dust of time that blew across the uprooted life.
Now at the edge of falling night I trace the faint footprint trail
to search beneath the dust the frayed tapestry of my youth.

(Note : The world events uprooted me and my family from our native
land which I still miss. This poem is a nostalgic trip down the memory 
lane to the lost root and to my youth, and hence is significant to me.)  
 
May 6, 2019

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