Remembering days

I still remember the sultry summers.

of the town I lived in

chasing dragonflies buzzing

above the algae _laden drains by the roadside

winding like a never_ending dream

life passed the dragonflies perhaps cried

to get rid of the string  tied

at its end while children laughed

I no longer chase dragonflies.

and I don't laugh at such silly act.

life has crossed huge mound of yours