The beaming balcony sunlight beckons me,
To bathe in the waning golden delight...
Struck by nostalgic thoughts aplenty,
I pen down my memories in the twilight...
Children playing without the pressures of school,
Forgetting all that was written on the blackboard;
Grinning sheepishly on becoming the 'April Fool',
Gulping hand-pressed juices sold down the road;
Tangy raw mango eaten with salt and spice,
As we get ready to meet our friendly cousins;
Hours of teasing and screaming, I reminisce,
Amidst serious moments of teen discussions...
Cuddling around granny to listen to thrilling stories,
As I run my fingers over her bulging hand veins;
Her imagination runs amok - fantasies, mysteries...
Forever in my heart as a raconteur, she reigns...
The light in my balcony is a fading beauty,
Who knows what lessons this year brings forth...
I continue to diligently discharge my duty,
Albeit without any formal, particular oath...
