Day-28 NaPoWriMo 2020
Prompt: Describe a bedroom from a past
Image: Watercolor by Govind Silimkhann
How we miss the simple pleasures
Of a time so far in the past
Little shadows of a life lived
In a cocoon of a thatched hut
Couldn't make up for those little moments,
In a plush apartment adorned with luxurious.
The sparse rooms and the shaky roof
Had an air of affection stamped on every wall
The mud layered walls
Felt cool in the summers
A piece of glass resembling a tile
Streamed the morning rays through the roofs
A few tiny grilled windows
Were shaking hands with the trees
The mornings were greeted by
A jackfruit ripe, fire flowers and fragrant jasmine
As if nature cuddled the little abode in its embrace.
Sleeping time was a happy time
In the long empty room
The wizened eyes oozing with warmth
Eagerly awaited to take to the dreamland
There were no beds or bedsheets
The floor felt cool to the touch
It was layered with layers of soft mud
Just a few multicolored quilts
Were strewn on the pleasant floor
Beautifully made with old sarees
By the loving, elegant, wrinkled hands.
Every one huddled together
Finding warmth as birds of a feather
Tiny smiling faces peeped out of the quilts
Dreaming away to sleep
While a wrinkled hand touched their eyes
Singing a lullaby of prince, princess, and fairies.
Participating in: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-6/
Prompt: Describe a bedroom from a past
How we miss the simple pleasures
Of a time so far in the past
Little shadows of a life lived
In a cocoon of a thatched hut
Couldn't make up for those little moments,
In a plush apartment adorned with luxurious.
The sparse rooms and the shaky roof
Had an air of affection stamped on every wall
The mud layered walls
Felt cool in the summers
A piece of glass resembling a tile
Streamed the morning rays through the roofs
A few tiny grilled windows
Were shaking hands with the trees
The mornings were greeted by
A jackfruit ripe, fire flowers and fragrant jasmine
As if nature cuddled the little abode in its embrace.
Sleeping time was a happy time
In the long empty room
The wizened eyes oozing with warmth
Eagerly awaited to take to the dreamland
There were no beds or bedsheets
The floor felt cool to the touch
It was layered with layers of soft mud
Just a few multicolored quilts
Were strewn on the pleasant floor
Beautifully made with old sarees
By the loving, elegant, wrinkled hands.
Every one huddled together
Finding warmth as birds of a feather
Tiny smiling faces peeped out of the quilts
Dreaming away to sleep
While a wrinkled hand touched their eyes
Singing a lullaby of prince, princess, and fairies.
Participating in: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-eight-6/
Wonderful memories, Sunita.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Punam :)
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