Memory in personages

Mother is gardening,
Hence watering the plants;
The water that enters through
the roots and supplants in
their existence, in the garden.
The garden where I have played
in the shower of my childhood.

We friends did play cricket
and fought over ball and bat.
We boys sat and talked about
the girls in the colony and the
cycle races and the actors.
Movies came as we watchest
those, celebrating companionship,
friendship all humble across.

It's in this garden that red flowers
ascertain their freshness and humility.
While greenery invades and rules like a
ruler in grace as conspires tranquility.

I walk back the memory lanes,
As outshines the dance of the leaves,
in the trees yet again;
Oh my Life, you have walked life's shore..
With the trees and the dreams having,
Stacked this life with a magical prologue.

9:30a.m.
28/04/2014
Gagandeep Singh Vaid

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