Memories

Through my window I see them moving

Like people at a party tattling and talking

Though amidst friends haven’t heard them speak

For an occasional rustle or a soughing squeak

There ought to be a reason strong

Or something got to be very wrong

Like a dark secret you keep to yourselves

These trees might have something to keep to themselves

Or they may be just like me in this far off place

Missing my home and the familiar face

Those sweet memories leave me craving long

To return to my place which is pulling so strong

~Narendra V Joshi