Here we are
Ages ago,
Not so very long ago,

In khakhi shorts and pockets of mangoes,

Sweet and sour.

In crisp white cotton, shared lives
Sweet and sour.
Here we are

With a bundle of memories packed up,
With a bittersweet thread tied up,
In feet that remember,
Remember the watery mud,
Remember the muddy water.
In shiny, sharp shoes, black shoes,
That don’t want to say farewell
Don’t want to turn away

Here we are In our memory,

Under the blue skies,
Above the brown soil,
Upon the rough branches.
Before our first memory
In our last memory