Streams of golden sunshine
Broken by new shiny leaves,
Kids chasing butterflies
And the smell of new-mown grass.
That’s where I lived yesterday.
Waves of ecstasy exploding
In my unsteady head,
Red roses strewn all over the place,
Is it chocolate pudding I taste?
I walked a million majestic miles
To reach the gross ruin you see.
I got stuck in grimy mud once
That crossed my path mid-way.
Riding plumes of silken sweet smoke,
I let go,
Higher and higher
Towards the all embracing sky,
I’m travelling back in time
Where yesterday was so today.
[my blog: http://yash-gupta-db.blogspot.com/]
