“Yes, there he sat, on the back of the winged horse!” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Do you think my mind is occupied in play?
It is not true at all Mom,listen.
when I woke up early the clouds were gone,
Sun , peeking through the trees.
Pooja music was coming from a distance,
three birds fighting on the roof.
toys scattered in front what will I play,
I was thinking.
Spent the whole day undecided___
Sat holding the railing deep in thought.
I have days of absent-mindedness Mom__
times when I have a queer feeling.
I see the terrace
a little girl putting a purple sari in the sun.
Quietly I watch, is it the wilderness__
I guess yonder is the king’s palace.
If I had a winged-horse,
I would go immediately.
flying along the river bank
I would correct my way under a tree.
At times I see you with Dad’s letter
what do you think so quietly.
You look someone from an unknown land,
as if you are my mother from far away.
coming close I touch you__ it seems it’s my lost mother,
under the oak tree mother of flute .
I forget my play, I think
where is your home on which shore of the ocean!
I wish to go back to that strange island
you and me sailing on the sailboat!
Sabethville 