Today I take you to,
a journey to a glorious land;
small in area, but blessed with a huge heart,
like the clear blue sky's vast expand.
Where love simmered in kitchens,
recipes shared under the winter Sun;
where tales were told by the twinkle of the eye,
through care and concern, million hearts were won.
Blessed by the mighty Ganges,
the winds soothed and balmed;
where everyone knew each other,
tied in an unseen bond.
Where no heart cried alone,
joys and sorrows, always shared;
where feelings needed no words,
people close to you always cared.
Riding a bike in the morning chill,
beating the fog to reach school on time;
playing in the evening, till the Sun said adieu,
our feathered friends, adding melodious chime.
Spring added unseen glory,
to the Gulmohars and Amaltas;
the confident Eucalyptus stood unruffled,
like the Moon amidst the stars.
The friends were made for keeps,
even as decades pass by;
just a call and the cobwebs brushed,
backing up each other, no conditions apply.
Festivals were time,
for having fun, enhancing bonds;
that never faded with time,
grew stronger with decades and beyond.
Such was the glory,
of the town I grew up in;
time can not fade the memories,
that are deeply etched within.
4 thoughts on “Memories of my hometown: Roorkee”
The joys of spending one’s childhood in a small town is one of the finest luxuries that even money can’t buy.
Absolutely agree. It builds a foundation that storms cannot shake. Thanks for the read.
Sweet memories of Roorkee relived through your poem.
Thanks a lot for your invaluable time.