Longing

The distinct lilting cadences

In the landscapes of the mind

Set a robust rhythm to invoke 

Vistas of lush green

Make me long for a life divine

Quaint rattles of rickshaws

Their warm strides

The melody of cuckoos

Still ring and chime

Waft down to set

A rhapsody sublime

The hot dusty roads

Leading to small tea joints

Those lip-smacking homemade cookies

Sweet tangy tamarind pouches

Still fresh in memory lane

Make me long

For the long-lasting imprints of life.