Remembering the Fruit Trees

It was humble childhood,

a rural India kid

with limited privileges,

but we had a big backyard

an opulent orchard.

Guava, mango, custard apple,

lychee, pomegranate, rose apple,

papaya, orange, java plum,

lemon, sapote, date palm.

Year-round, something ripening

for munching, relishing.

Winter evenings, oranges pickings,

nostalgia of the blessings!

Now and immigrant,

far from that past.

The trees are old and dying,

house abandoned, nobody staying,

but the memory lingers,

When I eat those fruits,

for a moment, eyes closed,

I am under those tree, nostalgia quenched.

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