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Raindrops on the roof,
A clink of the gate;
Cries of a little bird 
Every morning at eight…
The tweets of a Sparrow,
The squeaks of a Squirrel;
The rustle of leaves
In the early morning breeze…
The rain-lashed ground,
Ripe fruits in the trees;
The caws of the Crow,
The buzz of the bees…
Flowers of all colour,
Medicinal plants;
The swaying green cover
Of Coconut trees…
A cough of a rickshaw,

Women selling fish;
Squeals of the kids
Splashing mud in the streets…

The growl of the scooter 

Coming up the drive;
Friends across walls
Catching up on life…
The place of my childhood,
The home of my dreams;
I miss the place!
Oh, how I miss the place…
By |2018-12-10T11:17:22+00:00May 27th, 2012|Memories, Poem|6 Comments

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  1. Leo May 27, 2012 at 3:56 pm - Reply

    Nostalgia is a very powerful thing, it can give you solace and it can give you melancholy 🙂 Your poem made me nostalgic for my native town too.. It's quite a beautiful place.

  2. Anonymous May 28, 2012 at 6:02 am - Reply

    Mera Gaon, Mera Desh and few times water within eyes. Thanks for sharing.

  3. specs buffy May 28, 2012 at 7:21 am - Reply

    Lovely poem and i liked your intro to labyrinths of life and an awesome title too!!!

  4. Rajesh Dharmarajan May 28, 2012 at 6:23 pm - Reply

    Beautiful and lovely 🙂

  5. Bhavana May 29, 2012 at 3:38 am - Reply

    hey nice!!! sweet…

  6. Anonymous June 24, 2012 at 7:05 am - Reply

    I still listen to those sounds and smell the flavour.And miss a couple of kids!

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