That slanting rooftop in the sun
Where slipping out from the rails
I leaned basking in the sun
And escaped from the world
From things that mattered to most
The gossiping aunts and uncles
From cacophony of cousins shouting
The mundane and the routine
The young green slopes in waves
The cascading sparkle of water
A slim road winding down the hill
And tall pines branches beckoning
Those memories of years gone by
Oftentimes fondle my weary heart
When there's no escaping now
From the gray jungles of concrete
