An afternoon from the past
came to spend some time with the lonely sunlight at the
rooftop.
Carrying those fireflies of memory, it asks her, “shall I
stay with you today?”
Unwilling sunlight moves away to the branches of the
Gulmohar tree, her eyes do not hold nostalgia anymore.
The restless babblers shout from behind the branches
“Do you remember? Do
you remember it all today?”
But, by then, the sunlight has already shifted to the top of the Gulmohar tree,
nestling those yellow colored leaves.
She stares at the calm lone star above the head.
Someday, she believes, it will come down to kiss her
forehead.
1 comment:
Such a lovely poem, this is. Beautiful.
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