Recently, I found my old stash of memories in a hidden drawer. I came across this poem that I had written while I was in school, in Std 10 – 12th July 1993 precisely. Posting it here for posterity 🙂
I look out of my window,
Flowers, birds and fruit,
A brown stem waving to the wind,
A cuckoo on the tree.
Raindrops falling from a tree,
A sparrow and its young one
The rain in its glee,
Rise, little bird, your season has come.
Snowflakes and musk,
Is this what I want to see?
Summer, monsoon and winter,
Nature is always with me.
