Re-imagine a past when you were
Knee high, in the grass,your pants
Caught with the burrs, nose a river

And earth was crawling with uncles.
You are no more this high in grass.
Nose is no more running on bridge.

You no more look for velvet insects
A rain brings crawling in the grass
For you to collect in old matchbox.

All parts of your past have grown
And why call it by the same name
As when you and nose ran in grass,

Most parts that are now worn out
Under old sky that no more rains
To bring out red velvety creatures.


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