Nostalgia

Memories of moments, need to glean

Where to start don't know

Will the slate be really clean

Or will there be shadow

Maa and Paa being proud
mentioned our feats in crowd
If there was, remember not
Trust was given no doubt

Presence that had us blessed
Family was pillar of life
Nothing given to us excess
Love, no rules belie

Will I ever get all back

Hands messed up with clay

Jumping from deck, on pile of leaves

Was just a child's play

Climbing those trees, but only some

Since I was kind of scared 

Can't even begin to think things done

With sis and bro who cared

A merry group at river bank

I was about to drown

Dressed in brother's little shorts

Care not, looked like a clown

Seen as Tomboy believe me this

I know it is hard to guess

Singing with friends, chanting slogans

Always fashionably dressed

Uniformed in beige and white

Marched in rhythm with sister

Like two peas in a pod

Stirred up a storm and twister

Going to farms n fields nearby
Picking Guavas ripe
I used to pay for them alright
Naughty sis wanted to swipe 😊

Time spent mapping miles around
We knew almost them all
On trees or dusty pebbly ground
With friends short and tall
What wouldn't I give to get all back
Childhood so filled with chatter
Knew not life later will lack
These things that always matter

Manjari