Analysis of In the Morning Mist of Our School Playground

The Extreme freshness of those misty mornings,
that surrounds my mind and my body...........

The feeling of your killing presence..
Spelt by the cool breeze, that you are around.

The very fragrance of your presence
deeply penetrates my mind, body and soul,

There I hear, the birds' singing,
A cuckoo coos, or is it your voice ?

Perhaps you whispered in my ear, "Hey Himanshu"
My heart beats stopped "Is that you ?"

Oh no ! How can it be you  ?
You have left me years ago....

Still I always keep looking,
You always keep hiding, but..

I know, you are the mist, the mist is you.
Deep in the mist, the time is frozen........

A teenage boy, a uniformed girl..
Bets his life, for his eternal love.

But you chose to be practical.....
Just kill the heart and dissolve in the mist..

Today perhaps the same mysterious mist
goes to some hills and tall buildings.

But I am always there, looking for you..
deep in the mist, with my eternal hope...

But I am sure, you still come to that.....
early morning mist of our school playground.

by Himanshu Lakhani
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