It’s been years since I have been to my grandma’s village

A page in front of me and a pen in my hand,

Yet I couldn’t inscribe a word

They might not be enough

To match my emotions that is running high.

It’s been years since I have been to my grandma’s village

That old village of mine, where I feel I belong

The race against time has burdened up my life

Let the time cease and I want to be there.

Each flashes of my grandma’s village

Are crystal clear in my eyes,

I can remember every bit of it

Which nothing in the world could buy.

My heart goes to that village

The cattle’s grazing in the meadows

I could see myself thrilled in the paddy fields

And in the pond trying to catch the fishes around.

I would take a distant run and jump in the hays

I would ride the cattle’s pretending to be the cowboy,

And next the cowboy would chase me

And I am in my grandma’s arms in seconds.

I would feed the pigeons around

And do the unsuccessful milking of cows,

The sun sets and the moon would come up with her silver shine

I put down my head in grandma’s laps, my eyes closed.

It was the time for fairy tales

And my grandma would take me to the fairy land

I enter those strange lands in my thoughts

I would imagine myself being the prince.

Being the prince, I would go searching for that place

Where I would find my beautiful princess

The prince and princess would get together and there was a happy ending,

And the tiredness of the day would finally make me fall asleep.

Sometimes, I do get lost in those cogitates

Whenever I try to give it the form of a poem.

The paper and my pen remain as it was,

I could never write.

Its been years since I have been to my grandma’s village

And I know, there will never be a day when I will be there.