The world is small

The world is small

Trees we left , are still standing tall

The cricket, bat and ball

Are still there in the hall

The pets we loved in the tale

Are still in the stories of granny's spell

The friends we left in town

Met us in the metro gown

The new colleagues we met

Are having the roots we left

The elders who bless

Are meeting with same embrace

Some stories untouched

Are still waiting to be searched

The world we thought is lost

Is still there with no rust

The feelings are still the same

In the summer, in the rain

In the cold and in the pain

The parrots nesting on the trees

The western air's soothing breeze

Are still the same, lovingly freezed .

-- Aditya Rai ( Daily Poetic Dream )