A place I call my home

I wind the clock back
and in a moment
I am in those Himalayan ranges

Where the spring air
Smells of pine tree
And where the orchid
blooms and lily blossoms

Where the life just crawls lazily
In summer Sunday morning
Waiting for the favorite cartoon
Where the sounds of guitar fill
The Saturday evening air and
And we dance tirelessly on river sand

Those Lofty hills and green valleys
Those serpent like streams and
the sound of spring water
Those colorful Chirps flying back
to nest when the sun descendS in western sky.
So easy to remember now yet so hard to feel !

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