I forgot the name of the house or was it Oak Lodge?
Flowermed floated in the down memory lane
Red roofed stony cottage with clinging creepers.
Burst of fresh air and storage of spores and pollen.
Sheesham wood floor with herringbone pattern
Burning days dissolved into biting night
Ivy creepers on exposed stone and rock wall
Night birds shrieked, jackals gave freight
Teakwood stairway and high-ceiling corridor
A growl filled the forest bathing in the glow of star
All on the table-Porridge, scorns, pudding and pie
I would keep the door shut, she heaved a sigh.
We did neck under eucalyptus and cypress
We chucked pebble under moon-washed tower
We walked together by the tree-lined canal
We sang a folk tune in the velvet twilight hour
Her expressive eyes offered magical opulence
That we would wonder round the world through
The fire within the heart burnt and flared up
Deep in the gorges seeking autumn morning dew.
