Rearview, Ali Ashhar

Dad takes us on a long drive
as we reunite after two years in Colchester
we come across my old school
dad starts reminiscing first day of my school
and exclaims, he used to be a brat;
Mamma replies, this institution is a palette
of memories which turned him into a sincere boy.
Two miles away, there’s an exhibition going on
where I recall going every year
after being done with my exams;
we chatter about how my parents used to
bring me here to get my favorite toy
on the pretext of passing my exams with flying colours.
We move forward in a similar way to life,
we dine at my favourite restaurant,
mamma asks dad to order chicken curry
which bring tastes to our conversation;
for it used to my favourite dish
and mamma used to cook it for me eagerly
on different occasions.
We finish the scrumptious dinner
and go for a walk,
we look at the sky and introspect:
time elapses fast
just like the disappearing sun under the horizon
my childhood disappeared somewhere
under the responsibilities of adulthood.