A playground and six trees...

'one...two...three...'
Counted he
The trees...
Six in number they stood
Somnambulant
Like six old men...
Wise...
Perfectly alive in rise...

'i think i have been here before...
And played a football match here
On this particular ground
One monsoon after rain
With childhood friends...
Yes!
Those trees they were there then
Probably one more
They were then seven...
Yes!
They were seven...
And there was a goalpost painted white
At the extreme right...
Facing west...
The horizontal top bar of which
Had the middle bit inclined...
Downy...
And for that one goal we missed...
The shot rebounded...
Hitting the bar...
Yes!
i remember!
i had been here once
On this ground still green
After last night's rain softer and yielding...'

he thought...

Standing on the ground
Of his one childhood...
With six trees standing too...
And the benign milky curd like Sun
Collaborating his view...

And two cranes at the fringe
Of the ground played...
Where the ground even...ended
And a marshy land took over...

he stood happy breezy sunny
Like a new born lover...

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