"I quest for a return to the unappeased joys of my sweet past"- By Poet Quench my thirst to get back to my past When tame pigeons of joy nested on my eaves And I could hear their crooning With the sweetness of love outpouring When innocent instincts ruled my heart And I ran after every call from the woods or bush Mesmerized by the whistles of the oriole and the thrush Quench my thirst to get back to my past When every rainbow and every peacock feather Ignited curiosity in me as a child And coloured my imagination wild When, with friends, I sat in the mango grove Plucking and savouring the ripe juicy mangoes Careful not to let the pulp drip down our mouths Quench my thirst to get back to my past When we strolled along the sandy strands Watching the wild waves' fray And cooled by the kiss of spray When we had watched at night A hundred fireflies dancing around the *neem Wondering if they were stars fallen from heaven’s seam Quench my thirst to get back to my past When, like breeze, we ran over the meadows Looking for the bleating lamb Singing in chorus, ‘Mary had a little lamb' As memories come clamouring down, Like the lash of cascading rain, I can't but make a quest to return to the days of my past.
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