As, December arrives..!

Winter chill greets me,

the clear skies above I see.

In this afternoon, I am standing,

outside my home, staring.

This breeze as I say greets me,

It touches me within,

it sings enormous stories to me.

About last night, or this afternoon;

I have only glimpsed my past self,

in all those winter sped months,

of my childhood, I had seen.

I long to be that person again,

that I had been. 

Then and there, in those days;

I had walked with passion, 

yes, it was about solace.

That, even today I stare aback,

there’s a lot that brings a smile,

a lot that wishes me well.

The blessings I receive,

yet again spring my life with glee.

It is then and there, I understand,

how beautiful had my childhood been.

My friends say, that I refer to the parks,

in the description of my childhood,

that has passed. Yes, dear friends,

I have cycled my way, in the footpaths,

of the parks, about which I talk and say,

I have spent hours sitting on the grass,

that made me wiser and accept the world

in every way. I had wished the elders

with a smile who walked while I played,

and were silent spectators of my game.

It’s about them, that the memories,

liven. It’s about them, that my eyes,

cheer. It’s about them, that I write,

again. A description of my past,

my childhood that I remember,

in this month of chill, this December.

Gagandeep