Jeewan Ramlugun

When the morning light
on the bamboo fence
plays and the wind whistles,
all the scenes within sight
comfortingly familiar ,
then I cannot but think
of you in your attire
hastily donned ,making
for the cosy shack
of a kitchen
to brew the tea
with an aroma with the urn
incense blending intensely;
such tracks are a joy to rerun.