Nostalgia

A rush of glee ran through,

This feeling strongly grew,

Lips opened up for a smile,

Eyes glittered with tears,

Yes, I could see it and I was near.

The aura I could smell,

The environs I could feel,

And Oh the verdant aisle,

This place is perfect and there’s nothing wrong,

Just could not wait to reach where I belong.

Passing through the places of memories,

It’s all real, not a reverie,

Flashes of past time engulf my thoughts,

And I hear familiar voices all around,

There’s no strings attached and I feel unbound.

This rickshaw is my wagon wheel,

God of this heaven that’s what now I feel,

It’s where Rays of sun kiss the lush grasses,

And oh the sparkling Dew of dawn,

It’s all nostalgic that’s calling me home.