That summer eons ago
When you and me met across the fields
To the aroma of magnolia and daisies
Cheerful laughter all around
That summer of buttercups and honeyed hearts,
was it real or an illusion!
As my memory plays tricks in these last days
I often hear you
And see the house where our dreams had a place
And we lived with abandon.
- Sudipta Mahapatra
Acrylic on canvas, 20x20cm, Available