Amrita Mehta

There was a little girl

Who grew up on a farm

The farm was sold

The girl grew old

But the farm stayed in her soul…

She learnt a lot, sought more

Travelled far and long

But all along

The sun dazzled sky, the crunch of  fruit, the bird-song

Stayed in her soul

Life gave many rewards

The years went by

But she sought the life

She thought she had forgotten

But had stayed in her soul

She finds the pieces of her childhood

In forests and seas, in hills and trees

The pieces that stayed in her soul…