Another Nostalgia Story

Nostalgic I am

and art comes to my rescue.

I cannot bring back time

but I can relive moments

by my paintings.

So, I did a theme close to my heart,

monsoon times

in our village home.

In the backyard

we are under a bamboo thicket.

The soil is fertile,

a farmer digs furrows.

My mother and I

plant taro and peanuts.

Near the compost pile

mango saplings grow.

A cow munches straw

from the hay pile.

Orange tree stands nearby.

From the brick wall

maidenhair fern pokes out.

At that time, i was innocent

I had zero idea,

about the stresses we face now.

I had not heard of

cancer, inflammation,

suicide, or depression,

had not seen death.

Just security, abundance,

rules my world.