Winter mornings -I long

How I miss the  winter mornings  of the hills

The lazy rising of the city

Foggy moist air  all around

Small Fires burning outside the tea stalls

A few bold people encircling the warmth

Talking from current affairs to world  politics

With steaming cups of tea in their hands

Heavy checkered blankets and  caps wrapped around

How many glasses of tea they would drink

Even they  would not know

The woody texture fills  my nostrils

When I think of those  times

How I miss those lazy mornings

Would I be able to experience it ever  again ?

That is where my heart belongs

In the deep pine mountains

I am not a city person

But then the destiny never asked

What I want ………

Our spirit may have free will

But are we not slaves ?

 

 Shimla – my childhood connect

 Copyright (c) 2022 Namrata D Prabhakar

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