To sing songs of love
To sprawl in lushes green
To spatter in raindrops
To Life in its Pink.
When the monsoon arrives
Run out and play,
Fall in mud, embrace the muck
Spool in grounds and make houses of clay
For these days will not return
Pray hard as you may.
Chirp with the birds
Lay with the pets
Roll on the carpets
Left and right
Doodle on the walls
Jump in the puddles
Splash the cake
Yeah
You heard me right!
These seasons of fun
Are timed, my dear friend.
Make each moment count
For these are memories to recount.
As the sun sets below the horizon
These days drop one by one.
A meadow green, a half-dried well
Become images of dismal.
Heart longs to retreat to pastures green
Only if time could be a machine.
This nostalgia hits me hard
I enter an abyss small and dark.
As I ponder over the golden days of my prime,
My son pulls my hand in the mud and grime
He chuckles and I wonder
Oh! What a sweet gift it is to have a child
Who takes you back to your innocence sublime.
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Poet : Chandna Singh Nirwan
Chandna is an academician, an author and a thinker. She did her Masters in English from Christ University (2011-13), Bangalore and is pursuing PhD in English from NIT, Jaipur. She cleared NET (English) in April 2016. Chandna has also authored a book titled An Ecocritical Reading of Tess of the D’Urbervilles. This book is a result of her research in the field of ecocriticism. It takes into account the symbiotic relationship humans share with nature, with the ecosystem as the heart of universe as opposed to the egotistical, self-centered attitude of mankind. Presently her areas of research are Dalit literature, myth and folklore.