By Ashwini Subramanya
Mellow are those dreams in whose arms I sleep,
Warm and fuzzy with care, often unhurried and deep.
A play full of life lessons, ready and near,
He rocks me on his old knees with stories so dear.
Dawn sets its light, wiping my tears with its bright song,
As I stir the curry, from atop that rickety old stool, barefoot, where I belong.
Summers marked with fond memories of dreams she once drew,
She holds my hand with a love boundless and true.
I walk my way among colours and hay,
Into math, science, and play leaving without a stay.
Moulded and worked, as the years pass tricking play behind,
Loss and life weave my path like life undesigned.
Yet I leap into stars, where my dreams still roam,
Visiting yesterday, among photos and tales that I call home.
Carrying memories inked in destiny, I reign
My life filled with hope, and rhythm of their names