If I were to meet ( after Guardian)

If I were   to meet ( after  Guardian)

If I were to meet the ghost

of my childhood days,

If I were to meet the days

of  crucial  formative shape 

significantly carved in memory

I would recall the small humble

dwelling of shaky roofs  and

watery leaks through pores

of walled falling intermittent

when food in dented vessels

and rationed water our forte;

afternoon resting under shady

nooks   and palm trees    clustered

with hanging branches of breeze;

by the mango fruits tasty but

forbidden by the guards ever vigilant.

How much of dangers and fire accidents

How running fast to miss the train

Leaving behind her  and how those

Starry skys   were amazing and even

Now the same; I grew  up into a world

Of business  and money only wherein

Everything is commercialized, slowly

Making  her aware of limitations,

Now her loneliness,  takes her into aloneness

Viewing the world from afar.