It was humble childhood,
a rural India kid
with limited privileges,
but we had a big backyard
an opulent orchard.
Guava, mango, custard apple,
lychee, pomegranate, rose apple,
papaya, orange, java plum,
lemon, sapote, date palm.
Year-round, something ripening
for munching, relishing.
Winter evenings, oranges pickings,
nostalgia of the blessings!
Now and immigrant,
far from that past.
The trees are old and dying,
house abandoned, nobody staying,
but the memory lingers,
When I eat those fruits,
for a moment, eyes closed,
I am under those tree, nostalgia quenched.
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Comments (3)
What a delicious orchard you had back then. I had apple and cherry trees at my aunt's house and climbing those trees and eating the fruits. Thanks for sharing your memory and letting me remember one of mine. Good job.
I would love to live with fruits and vegetables homegrown so you know exactly what your eating ♦️♦️♦️♦️
It would be amazing having all those fruits growing in your own backyard.