Hello everyone. This is Kunjal. This is my first attempt at a sonnet. Hope you like it.
On a long drive to aunt's sturdy white house On a road our car dances in the mist Grasshoppers bounce and mischief-makers trounce, Green fields melting and attuning adrift. We traverse through a foulish filthy lake Muddy dogs and goats, squirrels swim with gay, Eyes towards the land, we want to make haste, Yet moving slowly in the pool of rain, Little tinkers from school singing in gay Carts, single bikes vans stationed to wait Train paddles past which turns the blue sky grey Parting with the hawker, without bargain! Dust playing with eyes as reunion takes place, On a dusty lone lane tears make their way.
It was a reunion after 3 to four years for my dad with his sisters. One sister travelled from Bangalore, the electronic city of India all the way to Itawa in North India. We met at my father ‘s elder sister ‘s white bungalow. The first floor is still occupied by workers though.
The skies were always dry and sand always pressed on faces whenever we moved out of the house. But not that day.. not that day when we reached the place. The day was as cool as it ever could be. I still remember the emotional reunion that took place. And it was then the sun chose to shine on us. In 3 to 4 years, the time spent at her house was the most memorable.
This is written for a prompt at Skeptic Kaddish hosted by Britta Benson.
~Kunjal.G
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