'back To Life'
It was raining then with showers sweeping the town
With cool droplets driven by the breeze panning from dawn to dusk!
Prickling my lips my eyebrows my cheeks
Swinging my memories from butterflies of the yore!
Around my elementary school of age
Every fresh drop of rain smells as fresh as new earth
Tastes as sweet as nectar of the core!
Come Monsoon each time quiver each cell in me,
Kindles every memories in deep
Brings back my bygone smells of broken pencils,
Tender sweats, wonder scent of girl friends of mine
Each year each monsoon I grow year young by year young
I grow year after year; in leaps and bounds
in a hurry younger and younger
Close to my school close to my habitats close to my town
Like in a man machine, but in a memoirs machine
Back to life!
Krishna Baalu
© krishnabaalu/2010
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