Beneath the Canopies

A get together beneath the canopies of mango trees 

We don't know the genre 

In the grass oh yes in the mud 

Bare foot and little pretty home wears

Feeling the earth feeling the breeze

Feeling the sun and feeling our selves

Won't you come ,you all leaving all that 

By , the baggage of many life times 

For just one day for just one hour 

For just one spell of a second 

And forget the who what why and when

And just hold our hand in hands.

 Could we just triumph in to the dark bushes and the wild climbers in the 

Snake forests ...were we believed

Celestial beings of the heaven did reside

Could we just leap over the fear and cross the single wooden log over 

Those little water lagoons and hail hurray 

Won't you come , and feel the rain 

Won't you come and stare at the stars 

In open sky and say the most scary 

Story in whispers once again ,just one more time .

A get together at that haven of ours 

If you all remember Won't you think

Of making a come back for the memories

Let us dress up the dolls with hairs of palm leaves adorn them with flowers 

That bloomed in our yard and spread fragrance in to our soul and all that was near by and a lot more .

Of all the people who showered us love

Fed us ,taught us how to walk and how to talk, most of the beautiful souls left their 

Trails a few are there still yet who still could hug and shoulder us .

Would you come ,to be with them and listen to them of stories they have not told and is unheard.

A get together in that ancestral soil which

Would bless the strands of DNA for times to come ,to offer a bit honour to the Goddesses

Of the olden times to make believe that the life still holds kindness in its core .,Won't you all come.

To let it go the pain, to let it go frustrations ,to be in the moment of innocence just once again Won't you come again.