The sprawling fields of paddy awaiting harvest,
Take me to those fields where I roamed as a child
Like the blind, when pass their fingers
Across the Braille script, are led
To an amazing world of information,
As I move my hands through the grooves of the past
Before me opens, lovely vistas into my childhood!
Those days flitted away so fast
Without leaving much impact
But now I yearn for the pleasures past
And loving faces that used to peer from the drapes
The bright silhouette of my mother’s face
Haloed by the aura of sacred love
The stern but loving face of my father
The guardian and bread winner of our home
The naughty pranks of my siblings
Whose merry laughter made our little nest ring
Scenes I courted once so avidly crowd upon me
As on a tinsel screen, in endless succession
Of the days when my heart never knew any sorrow
And I remained an alien to life’s pressures
As I lose myself in the upsurge of memories
Of those whom I shall never see any more
I loathe to tell myself… never shall come again
The same ecstatic joy of innocent childhood!