An evocative poem of the days gone by, by Mitra, exclusively for Different Truths.

I don’t know if the cuckoo
sings there anymore or the
afternoon is still serene
That was years back when
I was a child and didn’t let
reason interferes with innocence
When I still saw shapes in clouds
and thought my paper boat
would float to the sea
 
I don’t know if I can still hear
the flute played in those
green pastures but its melody
is still fresh in my mind
Those were the days when I
waited for the music to surround
me in waves of dream
 
I don’t know if I can find the
mango trees still blossoming
in the summer breeze
Those were the days when
I liked mangoes or trees and
had summer holidays
 
I don’t know if the fountain
has dried and the stream
doesn’t flow anymore
Those were the days when
the ripples of water glittered
and I sat by it to read poetry
and pen down some
 
Then there came a time when
time started moving fast and
I had to leave the city with a
promise to return
I don’t know if I will ever go back
there but If I do, I want the child
in me to find some part of that
memory, still alive

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Mitra Samal

Mitra Samal writes poems, stories, and memoirs. She is a software professional with a passion for both technology and literature. She has published a book of poetry called, ‘Beginning’. She participates in poetry open mics and has her works published in various online and print media. She is also an avid reader and a toastmaster, who loves to speak her heart out.