Thursday, May 19, 2011

Those were the days
I had a golden wand...
to replenish
a little fall in heart....
I fluttered along....
to and fro
heaven knows....
for some secret joy....
along the busy crowd
of Badadaanda
may be that was
what I meant
Independent India..
what my grandfather
had in store for me.....

Today I walk on
the same route
although crowd
seems different...
Grandfather is no more...
but his gift is still with me
yet I have lost somewhere
my golden wand.....
that's why I can't
replenish every void
and don't flutter along
to and fro
may be,
I have lost interest
in the secret joy.....

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