Slumber

Slumber

Deep sleep

On a pleasant March afternoon

Dreams in shambles 

I climb the stairs of memory.

The cupboard’s bare

The lip-smacking delights gone

Where? No one can answer

So very depressingly sad! My bad!

The ground’s empty too

Where art thou my friends?

The big tree in the corner

Still sheds its rusty leaves

Come home! evening’s gone

A voice from far away calls

Just then the slumber breaks

And away my childhood it takes!