NAINITAL

Come October: the advent of winter,

Red covers the sky, the green leaves wither;

Thoughts travel to that rustic land,

Of exciting matches and Nature grand;

To the cheery morning when the church bell dongs,

Calling the school for the morning song;

In join ‘The Twelve’ in yellow and blue,

Gathering spirits for the game that’s due;

With undaunted vigour they dribble, they sweat,

To get the ball into the net;

There is clapping, there is applause,

Oh, what a thrilling match it was!

There are celebrations over dinner,

For which the cook with meatballs caters;

There are walks down the road,

When delicious apples are eaten in loads;

Matches, apples, meatballs and walks,

Everything is caught in a snap,

The sight of which in the month of October,

Whiffs in the air,

Memories of that rustic land: Nainital.

Nupur

25-07-06

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