Sitting listlessly in my armchair I gazed through the window outside Where stood a wall of green and blue Moss and mould, a sorry sight of despair. Sighing, I leaned back, reminiscing – The view, when the wall was not there, Of a lush green field dotted by children So bubbly and bright, they’d ne’er Put both feet on the ground at once; Of a swarm of bees busily cavorting Over a fresh flowerbed with a buzz That piqued the interest of a lazy cat; Of women in sarees, carrying babies, Enjoying badinage in groups of many. The sounds, which the wall stifled, Of the mellifluous hymns of songbirds Putting their fledglings to sleep, A theatric pleasure for men underneath; Of hawkers calling out, unabashed, The passersby for a fair bargain On snacks and sweets of all sorts; Of the cacophony of goats and cows Being chased around by dogs and boys. Oh! How I miss in my days of old Those sights and sounds that kindled my mind Now blocked by this impervious wall Of green and blue moss and mould.