Forgotten-

Mahima Kishore

 

The sound of pouring rain

Falling on the windowsill

The sweet smell of rural earth

Brings back memories

Of a time long forgotten

In a place long ago

Where beauty resided in every corner,

In every heart there was joy.

Where the bright sun

Blossomed every flower,

Where no soul was coy

Where there was no taste of fury,

Where deception showed no sign,

Such was life in that sweet, sweet village of mine.