My treasury
Wild like a prisoner in a prison,
Happy like a swarthy girl on the streets of Chandani Chowk,
Content like the forced recluse,
Blooming like the embryo of a Sunflower seed,
Observant like the earthworm under the seclusion of a Mulberry tree,
that's what I want to be.
The smell of a red, sloppy Sahyadri, football field,
the just-perfect dim reading light of the setting sun at Asthachal,
the presence of a perfectly timed excuse in the times of scoldings,
that's what I love.
The blaring noise of frighteningly amusing crackers,
the anticipation of lethally amazing food Mom cooks,
the familiarly surprising laughter that Dad engenders,
the obnoxiously nonsensical blabber of my rival, who you might call my brother,
the feeling of satisfaction and belongingness,
is all I have and,
treasure.
Happy like a swarthy girl on the streets of Chandani Chowk,
Content like the forced recluse,
Blooming like the embryo of a Sunflower seed,
Observant like the earthworm under the seclusion of a Mulberry tree,
that's what I want to be.
The smell of a red, sloppy Sahyadri, football field,
the just-perfect dim reading light of the setting sun at Asthachal,
the presence of a perfectly timed excuse in the times of scoldings,
that's what I love.
The blaring noise of frighteningly amusing crackers,
the anticipation of lethally amazing food Mom cooks,
the familiarly surprising laughter that Dad engenders,
the obnoxiously nonsensical blabber of my rival, who you might call my brother,
the feeling of satisfaction and belongingness,
is all I have and,
treasure.
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