Blissful Days

a poem by Pramila Kudva

The pleasant morning breeze
Caressed the face
With a gentleness
Unique to the monsoon season.
A tiny droplet
Fell on the eyelid
A touch so light
That flickered only the lashes.
The lungs swelled with
The fragrance of Mother Earth.

The swaying palms
That appeared to beckon the rains,
Filled the heart with fond memories.
The carefree childhood days,
Of paper boats, wet raincoats
And shoes filled with water.
Mother frying ‘bhajiyas’ in the kitchen,
The aroma of coffee percolating into the drawing room.

The monsoon sets in every year,
Can these blissful days ever come back?