Reminiscences
In grey zones of my cerebral hemisphere lies
A wild village almost buried under debris of
bygone years.And in the mozaic of my memory
stands adamant ahouse with clay walls old,
unrenovated,visible from its windows unending
stretch of wilderness-Long winter nights spent
under its roof listening to the elegiac notes
of howling jackals,shepherds'huts in vicinity
Their hounds vigilantly guarding goats from
ravenous wolves,rain pouring menacingly,ceiling
oozing and cowdung-coated floors getting damp
Today inhabiting an industrial desert,dwelling
a company quarter with amenities makes difference
With fragrance of life missing
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