Day 16, napowrimo.net challenge
Young me, i hope to re-visit you. Vivid
daylight treks — of childhood, silly
neighbors, our vigor selves drench with
sweats — thirst of adventures, upon
the lush green background of our homes.
We hunt: those pale green guavas swinging
on its thin branches we risk to climb; those
sour mangoes salivating our childish tongues;
and those fresh coconut juices that quench
our thirst from long walks — of childhood.
Our fruitful conversations, now perished
along our verdant memories of home and young-ness,
on roads and steels.