Mystery surrounds us

My school days adventure

 by the riverside of gurgling pot,

the pond where  fish and salted pickle

for curd rice serve appetizer ;

my school days of charm and play,

sky changing color, sudden clouds

sweep into your nerve for your 

home without electricity, home

without the modern unfractured,

hurdle for your studies, inculcating

fear at the same time, for the nights

eerie and make you feel some spirit

around you keeps always watching;

  

A fear always runs through,

Fear for your living in and around

Your village where belief and charm

Mostly govern every move, every hour

arresting your furthering stand;

grandma’s stories, grandma’s belief,

akin to that of mysterious things

in life, water encircling, the currents,

the force and power, a redoubled mystery

 governing all .Eternity and death

already in and around the spirits,

where and why they lead, I know not.