My
memory lane, a golden field
Dry
and dusty the golden leaves
Beckon
to me as I slowly stride
'Oh!
You have been away for quite a while.'
Long
ago when I tread on them,
Full
of grace, the field was green
The
fruitful foliage that sung of spring,
Were
as robust as I had been.
But
as I grew busier, I found
The
woods grieved with no one around.
The
blooms did shrivel, the thorns slyly smiled,
Without
the walker, the lonely walk sadly sighed.
Not
in dreams, nor in day
Could
I enter my memory way.
The
flowers withered, fell the leaves
In
them, captured my memories.
Tired
from working all day long,
Free
from hardships, fret and pain.
As
an activity now I prefer,
To
stroll down the whispering lane.
WREEK
KUNDU
16/12/12
