It has been raining
The cycle rickshaw pulled me home
A different route
Bungalows, Flowers on the edge
Starry sky, scented air
A long forgotten letter
Yellowed and frayed
Reminder to a long back time
From where I came
To where I am
Should I burn it
The comfort of a few pages
In my wallet, under my bum
It felt like a friend,
Like two pice coins
Tied to a red string
Till I gave it a tug
Once too hard
Jul 26, 2006
Cryptic days are back again
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2 comments:
nostalgia...the sweet bitter feeling which comes uninvited.keep writing.
Very nicely written words.
Just had an overview of your blog.
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