i miss those simple days when
every evening we’d
go for a walk
and duly you’d
warn me against
monocled cobras
and banded kraits
watching you i
learnt
where to walk and
where not
not on the newly
built paddy-field border
but to go right
through the just leveled paddy field
though it
remembers your steps that sink ankle deep
unless it’s
flooded with water
and that it’s ok
to swim in the pond
as long as you
don’t crumble and erode
the edges; and to
watch out for leeches
and to not fear
the humble toad
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