Faded Photograph

Far far away from the busy streets and Horns

When the sun goes to the west

hiding in the clouds

When the dusty air is blown away by petrichor.

I know this lonely road once was busy

where people walked in groups at Dusk.

Look! Ripped mangoes on that big tree

whose fruits were never ripped in those days.

In between the field, there is an old house,

the dusty house where memories live longer.

This is the courtyard where

I was chased In that bank I made toys

with muddy clay

Oh! My hiding bushes in the backyard

Don't you miss those hide and seek plays?

Playing the fishing game in the canal

Runnings through the fields with a mischievous laugh.

Barbeque on the big bonfire where we fight

Sometimes followed by crying sometimes laughter.

I clearly see the sky with stars and the moon

The dripping sound of water from the canal

and the sound of the bell heard from a distance remain the same.

I am afraid the night will get shorter

Will you stop the time and let me drip onto the past.

It's the time that can't be held,

The orange slanting rays strike the green field

Leaves dance along with the refreshing wind.

Those barefoot lend on the Dewey grasses

Nourishing with coldness and warmth.

Hope for another day to come soon

Get the key for a new day to start

Leaving it like those old shoes in the rage.