A beautiful poem that indulges in nostalgia where the remembers the fireflies she saw in her adolescent years in summer time. Now as a city dwellers she misses those beautiful fireflies no longer seen.
Appendix dwelling abstractly on March the month of Flower moon, zephyr and spring
3 min
About Rainchimes Poetry By Smitanand
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I am a gynaecologist with flare for poetry. This podcast aims at presenting my poems to the world as recitations. You can read my poetry at http://www.drsmitasriwas280.wordpress.com