Friday, 15 April 2016

the pool

Summer...
brought the memory of
the little pool of my village.
It was cool...
fragrant,
and full of childhood thoughts.
But,
our hunger for more place
destroyed its sanctity.
Now
a building is there,
and the pool is dancing in my dream

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