Paradise Lost

A rusted cycle by the Yellow Wall,

Creating a metaphor for us all,

The dusty gravel road to walk,

The black gate to lean on and talk,

A Paradise lost somewhere back in time

My childhood home where I learnt to rhyme.

A green lawn with dew kissed grass,

A perched room almost made of glass,

Colourful poppies spread by the side,

A terrace to enjoy the winter sunlight.

 A Paradise lost somewhere back in time

My childhood home where I learnt to rhyme.

A mango orchard serving as a backyard,

Plucking fruits, over the sleeping guard,

A forest of pine, spread in the heart,

Best friends holding hands, never to part.

A Paradise lost somewhere back in time

My childhood home where I learnt to rhyme.

Dahlias, petunias, marigolds & wild roses,

Pomegranates, Lime and Touch me Not closes,

Gourds & Greens, Chillies & Thyme

Mountains to view and the air divine.

A Paradise lost somewhere back in time

My childhood home where I learnt to rhyme.