Electricity, it is seldom there
But we never complained
Mosquitos humming the tune
So familiar it is
They conspire to bite me and suck the juice of life
We are on the rooftop under the blanket of stars and clouds
Grandpa, me, my cousins and lots of love
The stars, the moon join us when Grandpa starts the story session
Often, Ursa Major and Minor pay us a visit and we welcome them
Merrily, we all listen to the bedtime stories
Heroes, villains, good, bad and of course ghosts
They all come alive in the starry nights.
Can we ask for something more than the peace that spreads under a starlit sky? No. It's very simply worded, and that's a strength, simplicity. Thumbs up.
ReplyDeleteThanks shikha!
ReplyDeletethis one is beautiful n reminds me of old days....this indeed is really beautiful
ReplyDeleteGlad that the post inspired memories of your grandfather!
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