The Impressions of a Childhood...

Glazed eyes for sugary things;

And sunlight shadows his brow.

Hay and heathen made carpeted floors;

For days he all he did was run and play.

Fields they filled with happiness;

Frogs and beetles brought stories with them.

The river, the pond, the well and rain;

They sang and rose to every dive.

Leading, guiding, and caring for him;

Earth loved him more than anything else.

Tired legs and wondrous feet;

Needed just the night for comforting.

While elders speak of a world and its coming;

The little one plays with fireflies.

Now the mother’s saree pallow caressed the cheek,

Of a boy that slept while dreaming of tomorrow.

In time and space I have all but grown;

And not deep within lie still those glazed eyes.