Nostalgia
Nostalgia drives me to my ancestral home
Where the mockingbirds do freely roam
The scent of Frangipani infuses the air
No pollution you can find there
At twilight vermillion rays make the pellucid river so
Along the banks luscious fruit laden trees are bent low
kids make ripples in river with their stone dropping
Some animals in the menagerie are seen hopping
They make noises as if wanting release
I totally unwind here, my tensions temporarily cease.
Copyright © Bawa Talwar | Year Posted 2018
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