~Sanat Acharya~
I moved thru the Rundle in the evening’s light
All shops and artists singing for my one sight
I felt like writing out my worries of vain
Wait! it was all golden, but it was no gold
The lightings couldn’t match memories old
I reached to the pen but left it closed again
I plunged into the Glenelg in summer’s heat
The ocean kept its tides low and waters neat
I felt like writing out my feelings so drain
But, those rainy days and childhood chips
My balcony’s stagnant sea and paper ships
I opened the pen but then dropped it again
I pushed myself to see that old resting place
Found pals to cherish me with their smiley face
I felt like writing out my loneliness and pain
Those dirty tea shops and cloudy smoke
Friends to meet again and memories so close
I grabbed the pen and then I wrote again
April 8th 2008
(Source : INLS – australia)
