12 Oct 2007

Nostalgia (Poem Series )

I still remember that cold morning in winter;
The chilly breeze,chirping of birds;
The "thud" sound of chopping woods for fire;
The irritating noise of handloom from neighbour;
The sight of sunrise reflected on rippled waters.

The fog covered mountain;
the old songs on morning radio;
The drying of blankets in sun;
Cats lying lazily in the sun;
the unusual cry of a child.

Memories reverberate like that of an electric -
wire swinging as the bird sitting on it flew away.
Nostalgia has no limit,loneliness seems to have lost its religion.

N.B. Written on a cold winter morning in Manipur


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