Aarushi Chatterjee

As I wander over cornfields with my old stick at my side
Wearing up the singing hill where once a boy I lied
Oh how I laughed as I remembered playing childish games
Running along craggy rocks and bathing in the Thames
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When I peeped through the window at play
I saw it's just another rainy day;
People passed me covered with Macs
Boots hitting the soddy ground with cracks
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On a midnight stroll
On a moonlit night
I gaze up at the sky
The moon's a pearly white
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We started our lives as a little seed.
Encased as an infant with love and care:
Sprouting slowly into a kid,
And hey presto! There's a sapling there.
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With Monsoon come the strange lilies,
Blossoming in the stream
Giving out such sweet scent,
Reflecting on their leaves
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When I was young
You held my finger
Clasped that little hand.
Led me through
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Perched high upon that tree,
Singing her pretty little song
Dances the sweet-voiced cuckoo
Singing all day long.
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When poppies bloom and springdales dance
when the grey squirrels jump about in play
as the new leaves flutter in the wind afresh
as the gentle spring breeze makes its way.
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You are sorrowful, weighed down with plight
And yet do not permit it in public sight.
Your heart aches, down with despondency
And yet you fear the glare of society.
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When water runs down dry shingles
The ponds become full to overflow
When the spine of the mountains tingles
With the melting of the snow
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Listen, all ye folks
The tale I have to tell
Is all about the merry days when
Brer Rabbit lived in the dell
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Wind whispering through the trees
In the ear of the passing swallow
Telling the baby squirrel- ‘don't fear the badger
Sleep safely in your hollow.'
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O bloodthirsty centaur with cloven hooves
A sharp-man's torso, heavy-jowled face
Cast aside your spear, and come forth
Bow at my feet with your horsy grace!
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Listen, all ye folks
The tale I have to tell
Is all about the merry days when
Brer Rabbit lived in the dell
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They ask me what is wrong with me, say I'm just not in the ‘vibe' The calamitous state of my mind is not something I can describe. The constant internal struggle is hard to explain in words
Their good-natured, worried prodding only often makes things worse.

They tell me it shall go away, but it's been there for a while
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The cuckoo is calling.
The doves are drawling.
The sparrows are chirping.
The chaffinches are twerping.
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As I stood one sunny spring day
Near a blue lake where the ripples gave way
To yield to the rising sun, its reflection
And my gaunt features replete with dejection.
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Sunlight showers the valley
shadows pass and poppies grow
fern and wild roses embroider the rocks
the northern glade is steeped in snow
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A laugh, a clap, a pat on the back
a little game with a jumping jack
a cherry topped cake, a choc the flavour you like
a summer scented morning, a ride on a bike.
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What could be more beautiful
Than the creation of the hands of He?
Beauty eternal that captures our life
But we so ignorant quite fail to see?
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