PAST MADE ME

PAST MADE ME

Whenever I open 

The back-door and walk out 

On the long memory lane, 

I always see A lush green village 

Full of mango trees and palm 

On the bank of a rainy-river, 

Damned forever 

By a mighty dam. 

Now not flowing so fast, 

Lying motionless

On her sandy bed 

Between her banks 

Like a grand-old-mother, 

Looking at her grand children 

Playing fearlessly all around.

 

There..... 

On the silky sand 

Spread like the dust of gold 

Lies our childhood 

Making and breaking structures, 

Throwing balls of sand 

At each-other, 

Or one-another, 

And laughing to see 

Sand mingling with sand. 

In the morning. 

Under the rising sun 

A small boy standing 

And watching 

A velvety green paddy fields 

Swaying with the blowing wind  

Full of water and fish at roots underneath.

 

I see a young child 

Dipping his hands in the water 

To catch a fast fleeing fish, 

Or running after the jumping frogs. 

And catching the firefly 

To make lights of my own 

After the sun goes down.

 

Today I am far-far away from her, 

But in my long memory-chain 

Even with her thinning stream 

She never ceased to flow, 

Nor did she left caressing 

My incessantly drifting dreams. 

 I Still love her presence 

As she keeps my past abreast......