THE NEVER-ENDING WAY TO SHARE THE LOVE.
NOSTALGIA, SERVED.
A Dish Served Cold, Warms.
Do you remember when you could stand underneath the tap for a bath?
Too short to reach for the shower knob.
The smell of wet mud after the rain
Oily sesame and idli chili powder with dosas
Hooking Fryums onto your fingers, eating each carefully, so you don’t accidentally bite your finger instead of the Fryum.
An old Enid Blyton book, reading her name as Gnid, not Enid.
The sound of Bengali music, wafting into a South Indian’s home in ‘80s Chittaranjan,
Sugar-apples, chikoos, jujubes and jackfruit
Coconut frying in ghee or as chutney?
Some find the smell of curry leaves, reminds them of the pattern on their mother’s bangles
Others brush away the sentiment
But secretly follow their sisters online
So they can wallow in the deep warmth
Of their sibling’s infallible memory.
Poem prompt Nostalgia, by Srinath
Originally prompted by Ayasha Khan
To continue the tradition, Nostalgia being so mellow and friendly to write about, I tag
MicheletheTrainer , Praveen Jagwani , Benny Lim , Nita Jain , Scott Mayer , Amy Marley , Andrew Charcot , Sumera Rizwan , Shervin Pishevar and Adam, Diabetic Cyborg to write in poem form, free verse or rhymed and metered, to write on NOSTALGIA.
Please submit your poem as an unpublished draft to the pub, Share The Love, founder editor, Martin Rushton , The Rude Poet.
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