Take me back home,
ye winds and sway me across.
Puddles of mischief, winding roads of sunshine,
mouthfuls of mirth and fistfuls of merry.
Tell me ye hills,
would thou scurry again ?
To those columns on the four corners
of a square that is witness
to ages and ages of humans
calling each other family
hustling and bustling,
making death, making life.
Promenade, ye nostalgia
to that expanse of the Eden
two floors above.
That my granny filled up with life,
in the beads of sweat,
glazing in splendor;
trickling down her wrinkled skin,
while a buoyant summer sun
colored it brown.
Shred me apart, my soil of glory,
if you must to swing back to yore.
When they called you the “golden bird”
and filled in awe at every word.
The days when she walked on grains of wheat
that overflowed the concrete of her airy quad.
Her playing in those fields of sugarcane,
under miles of smiles in a crimson sky.
Permeate in thee heart
my mother’s blinding light.
Ye human, seal thee eyes
and lock it all inside.
The phoenix is rising
from ashes of the hell.
Watch her ye human,
as she breaks her brittle shell.
Happy Independence Day everyone !