by Sandhya Ramachandran
[box]Sandhya Ramachandran pays a perfect tribute to the childhood summers that smelt of nothing but pure joy! Read on.[/box]Matchsticks piled one atop the other,
sunlit-streams lighting through magnifying glass.
Little pots of rice being boiled for little tummies;
the long ago summers smelt of joy.
Balsam plants fusing with the smell of mud
Puddles and water splashes in the backyard,
where nights used to be scary and where shadows lurked around;
While evenings remained pink,
with paper flowers and green leaves;
when the long ago summers smelt of joy.
Wild abandon and constant card games,
vivid sunsets over a circlet of hills.
Little treasures stashed off behind travel bags-
Trinkets, old books and ideas of a child’s heirlooms;
the long ago summers smelt of joy.
When sweet ignorance blinked with innocence
and gifted rosy glasses to oneself;
where mirrors would not break to smithereens
and words had singular meanings,
life was on a calmer sea, set to sail;
in the long ago summer that smelt of joy.
Pic : apr009 – http://www.flickr.com/photos/apr009/
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