Memories of Home
The beautiful mountains that hugged the heavens
The rainbows that filled colours in the sky
The swaying branches of the tall green trees
Whispered to the winds as they passed by
The gurgling waterfalls that washed the pebbles
Drenching our bodies and souls with their cascade
The lush greens, the motley flowers,
Oh, memories of my home! they ne’er fade
There were row houses all in a lane
Their courtyards plush with guava trees
Green grass alongside the pathways
A sojourn for the fluttering butterflies and bees
Drumsticks and mangoes as they hung in plenty
Tempting children to pluck them throwing stones
The owners of the house would come running after them
Leaving the fleeing children to moan and groan
The evenings had a fragrant cool breeze
That tugged our hearts to strum its strings
The star-studded night sky with the majestic gibbous
Music from somewhere afar, melted as sweet nothings
Yearning for the pure ambrosial dew drops from above
How I miss my home as this concrete jungle lies bereft
Materialistic splendor in all its worth cannot give
Those fragrant memories of my home that I left