RAHUL MISHRA – FALL WINTER 2019 COLLECTION

Village Diary

Meandering through those lanes back to my village,
I saw the house where I used to play
We don’t live there but memories do
Flash past in front of my eyes I saw that wall of brick & mortar Where I drew with charcoal and made mud houses of clay The rooms have no furniture, they’re blank & empty
The walls have no plaster, but left over peels

The filtering sunshine lights the room,
Through the broken glass, I saw a creek and a shrubbery bloom A young sapling has taken over the drain pipe-
Grey and now pretty green, with rain-fed moss spreading along There was life in the barren, left all abandon
All sorts of humming, buzzing, creaking, croaking,
The cricket, the wasp, the pigeon, the spider, the bumblebee There are many more occupants now, the proud owners Nature’s Kings and Queens.