Vintage Flashback

That flow of rhythm,
That memory you recall
Is breathtaking
When you sit with a sip of coffee
In the autumn, on the swing
Accompanied by
Resistance of wind and
Gradual Dark.
With his talks of vintage,
Dawn and dusk came together
Firefly started to twinkle
Along with the stars.
And suddenly my mom
Was on the left —
A silhouette against the kitchen light
Nudging me softly
Out of my woven dreams
Into the scent of supper.

Poem by Sakshi Thakur

Class: X-B

Apeejay School, Kharghar