Tuesday, 30 March 2021

Memories


It's neither the tree,

Nor its rustling leaves,

But the moments

That I spent

Together with my friends.

It's neither the tree's branches,

Nor the chirping brood in the nest,

But the songs

That I sang with my friends.

It's neither the tree's platform,

Nor the loitering dogs,

But the candid conversations

That I had with my friends.


When I returned here

After decades,

The only thing

That I missed

Were my friends,

The moments,

The songs,

And the conversations,

That have made

This tree indelible

In my heart.

Republished from my Instagram post.

2 comments:

TheShanker said...

यता बस्दा उताको याद, उता बस्दा यताको याद आउछन् । याद भन्ने कुरा साह्रै मीठो ।

sankuchy said...

हो, ठिक भन्नुभयो, शंकरजी। धन्यवाद।