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Savita Tyagi


A Walk In The Garden l


Jungle Jalebi

Under the bright sunshine of early summer
I walk around the villa
My new home of few weeks in the Middle East
The brick pathway was hot and shimmering
Burning my feet through slippers
In a preview of bacon fries days of summer ahead
The wild flowers and ever greens around compound villas
Softened the blow of heat and domesticated the desert in the front garden
I watched the lavender bushes with their mauve-blue spikes
And breathed their delicious mint fragrance
Fanned in the air through palm leaves
Curls of red berries on a native tree
Looked like copper rings blazing in fire
All of a sudden the mind had raced
To the open lands of my native country
Projecting some little images playing underneath the tree
Their coppery faces burning and crackling with laughter
The dusty berries clenched in their sweaty hands
I stood there melting with nostalgia and hot sun
In some ways Bahrain had brought me closer to my roots
The climate, the people, the food and the culture
Every thing was conducive to absorbing
The shock of moving to a foreign land
Once again in trying to understand my identity
I felt like growing constantly
Ready to embrace the world as my own
And being a tiny part or it where ever I go
I walked a little more trying to recall
The name of the fruit still locked
In the paradise of childhood
Finally my anguish from memory loss was relieved
When my husband, provoked by his own sweet memories
Uttered the word 'Jungle jalebi'!

Submitted: Monday, January 06, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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  • Gold Star - 13,083 Points Akhtar Jawad (8/28/2014 10:16:00 AM)

    At a foreign soil if a fruit or vegetable is seen that is associated with the native land particularly with our childhood, the joy of watching it or eating it becomes a source of recollecting the past memories. Just by reading-'Jungle jalebi' I reached in my childhood. A nice lovely write. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 9,911 Points Valsa George (4/3/2014 6:04:00 AM)

    From the alien shore, memories travel back to your native land and also to the days of childhood.... Adaptability is man's greatest gift... and finally you are able to embrace the new world as your own! A beautiful poem Savita!
    I
    watched the lavender bushes with their mauve-blue spikes
    And breathed their delicious mint fragrance
    Fanned in the air through palm leaves
    Curls of red berries on a native tree
    Looked like copper rings blazing in fire

    I too enjoyed all these scenes! ! (Report) Reply

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