Broken Bricks

I miss the uninhabited broken brick spaces

Surrounded by uncouth grass and radiance

Serene and bucolic with no traces of grey

It was special for everyone and anytime!

I did relinquish what it has become today

No more bricks and the grass is burnt

The dark side has lost its charisma

Today it remains just another space!

I walk every day and think of those bricks

People who sat there and what they spoke

I laugh at times and cry a lot more because

The songs of innocence can’t be heard!

- Aparna Bhumi