Poems by
Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai


a poem by Pancholi Nandlal Kanjibhai

Idyllic memoirs of my boyhood days
I have lost into thorny hedges of my
native village where now
sprawl of concrete
jungle stands.

Hedgehogs, hares and squirrels
no longer scurry through the
fallow fields and the packs
of wolves which used to roam
unhindered on grassy lands
have been hounded into
extinction by rude rattle of trucks

I still grope for the herb with
which my father used to cure eczema
and I am at loss to spot the creepers
that purges toxins through dieresis
How can I revisit that lost pastoral
village which I left a decade
ago to settle in town?