Since morning perhaps
There the subconscious
Planted in him the wish
To make the visit...
To that narrow lane
By the canal
To that stop...
Where he was once born
And saw the first light of the day
Thirty years back...
He thought even before taking the turn
The sharp bent ...where the light hit
To the wall pretty straight
That he would find everything the same
As he had left thirty years ago...
With great anticipation he made the turn
Excitement ripping him apart
Within...
He thought there that gandharaj would be seen
Standing as she used to be
With white blossoms under the shadow dim...
He thought soon he would hear
Children in giggles...cries and tears...
And out of that double storied house
Soon his playmate would run across
And pull him by his hands
To take him to that meadowy grass
And that bank of pond...
Where tadpoles wriggled like a black cloth broad...
He thought he would with nature's innocence bond
There after thirty years he gripped by memories fond...
But nay!
That was not to be...
Rows of houses collapsed all memory...
The gandharaj was not there
Only a brick ugly wall stood
And an electric post like a shock
His foolishness severely mocked...
A curious woman from a door
Looked at him...with crossed brow...
Another stood at the window
'Searching someone?' was the unuttered look
He with dubious sad confused state shook
His head sideways...
And then muttered within clumsily...
'No no none I came here to seek...but only me...'
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