Wednesday 26 October 2016

Morning raga

The birds sing a song,
A song with a familiar music,
Music moist with memories,
Memories of unadulterated love,
Love that heeded not shaky knees and white hair,
White hair of my granny glistening near the chulha mitti ka,
Chulha mitti ka where she made sweets sweeter with love,
Love which warmed me up today,
Today as the birds sang the song,
The song with a familiar music.

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