Nostalgia

Geetanjali Gautam
When the day ends, locked at home.
The night is dark and yet forgetful !

Warm room with bodies sound asleep,
Cozy air breathes through the windows.

As the leaves fall somewhere in the future,
And a rainy day is on the offering.

Carelessly stoking arms of the clock,
It’s a shelter still-this warm room.

Filled with things that will be --
New and cheerful also old and dying.

As the leaves fall somewhere in the future
For enough springs have come to pass.

Now that I sit here looking at “Old photographs,
 visiting home yet again.