Through the lanes of my homestreet,
Walking down the blue hues,
Chasing my shadows all the way,
Upto my dearest school,
Used to be a Monday once.
Dreaming of the rockets sky- high
Of the submarines deep sea
Pondering from Saturn To moon
Used to be a Monday once.
Adoring that first pimple of puberty,
Of that newly sculptured lines of Bosom and hips,
Somewhere lost in those wildest dreams,
It Used to be a Monday once,
Never again came those Mondays then,
Neither did it swoon over me ever again,
It left somewhere faded in between,
Among the wounds over my body,
Or wounds further deep inside my heart,
Or in that yellow gold weight over my neck,
Or in that crimson red over my headline,
Or in that red bangles,
Or those wounds of broken bangles,
Faded somewhere I never know.
Nah ,Mondays are not lost,
The last Monday still lives,
Seeking for the dawn of next day,
In the lanes of my hometown,
Walking down the blue hues……
~Anjana B Murali~
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