That place

That place had so many things for us
Under the shade of trees a long afternoon to pass,
And those blooming krishnachura red
Love how they by their sweet murmur bred,
And those ponds and little piers to rest legs,
Wintry evenings whence came with mist so fancifully dressed,

O how they had become part of us,
Even when we are so away from the place,
O how those little fragments and scraps
Of memories come singing leaving a faint trace,

O that beautiful serene place.