Reminiscence

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That summer morning

The breeze I felt in my backyard was not ordinary,

It came as a magic wrap with childhood inscribed,

The childhood I had locked up beneath and left forgotten

In the heap of memories.

It had the smell of jasmine smeared in mud ,

And music of familiar voices that close to my heart I hold;

It also had the dampness of monsoon I grew drenched in

And the sweetness of bird songs, I was cradled by.

If the magic breeze were to touch me again

I would hold it in my breath for a moment too long,

For I fear that my old self won’t revisit in all its etherealness!

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