Misty Memories
June! screeched the
woman behind
With her hairs all tangled.
Isn’t July the current time!
Shut up.. my conscience hollered.
Ages might have I missed
‘Cause that’s how now
it appears,
Like a renovated 1940s car,
Waiting for a gear…
What are those blue hills
Which seems familiar in some respect.
Oh, look at those old rust,
Half covered with dust.
The fields have
grown shorter,
Wider have gone the roads,
Which once was a part of vivid silence
Is now filled with trucks
and hoards.
But who am I to judge
the change,
For change is a part of life.
And where is my
mind getting at
When axle has been transformed into knife,
So, I head back again,
Like I did years ago,
From change that changes my mood
And set back again in the world so large, so vast,
so crude.....!
Venu Gopal
Class XII (Commerce)
DAV BSEB