Nostalgia Poem by lalitha iyer
Nostalgia
Too early
when earth under sun
hot and humming
came the rains
cool and cajoling.
Caught unbalanced
ponds danced up;
air moistened
lipped them wet
the dry cups of noon lives.
As I heard the distant thunder
my heart raced with teen age reminders:
every time the noon rain comes
I feel some aching pain within my brain
some distant dead one calls me hard
I feel the nostalgic throngs of long lost funs.
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