Poem-Mukund P Rao

Back where I belong..
A long time ago,
I was here,
but ‘twas so long ago,
my memories are now like mist and fog.
 
But in that blur I do remember,
green grass and an ol’ wooden house,
and also a scary one sided bridge,
over a stream into which I thought I’d fall.
 
After thirteen years when I do go back,
to the place I once belonged,
so much has changed,
but yet, some of it has remained the same.
 
A weird sense of déjà vu passes upon me,
I feel I have been here before,
but it was so long ago,
I don’t remember most things anymore.
 
The house is there,
in shambles,
the stream is there,
all dry.
 
All the green has turned to yellow,
and the trees are now all dry.
I feel the sun blazing down upon me,
and feel I just might cry.
 
Through the neglected fields I walked,
through which I once had run, I heard a cello behind me,
as it played a sad welcoming song.
reminding me that I was back where I belonged.
 
Maybe I shouldn’t have come back here,
and let the sepia memories remain faded,
so that all things would be as I imagined,
and the truth I never would see.
 
On the other hand maybe,
'twas good I went.
To see for myself how things really were,
and then comfort myself and say,
‘I have seen the glory days’.


Mukund P Rao
April 18, '10