home..
wonder where is it......
in the quaint old town ....were my folks live and love
or in this mad house were i run after and from my facets....
amongst old deodars , mango trees and ashokas,.....
or between dust ,cement and rotten grass
150 crazy cacti..park double the size of my nest.
or 150 books ....and my mattress....
do i luv the old Victorian high ceilings with roshan dans ...
or the new space crunched rooms....and balcony
the chai,,,,newspaper and jenny
or slim milk....worldspace and my bai......
with my folks ...who are a generation ,,,,ahead....
or with my loneliness....
1 comment:
This one is really well written...!!
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