My grandma's woke up calls,
The coolest summer days
Around my green world,
my talking trees, the ponds of fishes,
Chasing the butterfly visitors and the fallen flowers.
When the sun is setting and my home is lamp lit,
I fallen in the lap of grandma's stories
sprinkled with dusts of love and care
All are fictions now, but its my treasure
in which again and again am digging,
Can I meet my talking trees again?
Are the pond full of fishes yet or marshes?
Waiting for the wake up call from my grandma
Always!!!
-Reshma-
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