The warm hearth of my home
the cocoon that was my mom’s hug
the small joys that made me laugh
the hearty soups,the muddy puddles,
all beckon, take me back, life.
Oh, the games we played ,
Raindrops racing against the pane,
Cricket in the front yards and
on starry nights, fingers our pen,
shimmering sky our board,
constellations we traced.
Those were the times when
the sun glowed a bit more
smiles formed easier
The heart sang more in tune
rain had more gloss.
Alas, I am now grown up,
Alas, the world has now lost its shine