On board a Nostalgia Train I fall back upon reminiscences of bygone days; When buds of flowers of different hues Bloomed at a premise that I left behind With still deeply riveted in my eyes.
Flowers of different colors and fragrance Spread over lush-green lawn; Would invite bumble bees and grasshoppers To hover over in their pursuit Of drawing nectar from the core of floral buds To contain their thirst for honey.
Colorful butterflies would remain busy In their bohemian flights in mid-day sunlight Tenderly touching & kissing lips of flowers In their quest after love offering Was in deed mind-boggling.
A cottage that stood gracefully in the premises Would remain covered round the years; With warm embraces of Bongunvillia&Madhabilata grove Well enough for playing hide & seek in shady ambience.
Shiuli&Hasnehena would bloom profusely In nocturnal silence of approaching winter; Spreading floral carpets on dew-drenched green grasses At the break of dawn; Inducing children to fetch fallen flora from the ground For weaving garlands in a mood jocund.
Jyoti, Maloti, Korobi, Kamini and Roses Would not lag behind to display their charm & flair; In different seasons visiting round & round To keep the premises green & floral.
The premises would turn eye soothing look Painting riot of colors With all flowers of seasons Blossomed in wintry time in grace & beauty.
With dancing butterflies and grasshoppers The premises would turn vibrant & abuzz With lilting laughter & giggles of children Running and romping on the ground Creating celestial ambience abound,
Amid calls of homegrown pigeons Emanating from their cozy roost And cooing of spotted doves in grey With soft murmuring sound Flowing all the way from atop distant trees In sultry summer days.
Alas! At certain point of gathering clouds Titanic gusts & gales blew over; Turning savouring scenario tumbles down Making the ground arid & unsavoury, With sprouting a suffocating concrete jungle yonder Keeping no room for butterflies to hover; Thus leaving me alone in the Never-ending journey on board a Nostalgia Train With memories of bygone days
Deeply cemented and etched in eyes To give only a blind look all around.