Gaze of Retrieval

Gentle breeze is perplexing the mango leaves - 

In curtaining me from raising rays,

Dawning sun is pricking my slumber peeves.

The wooden box struck my tilting gaze.

I longed to have it in my childhood time,

Remain now as a mortal legacy unused.

I inherited it on my grandma’s parting time,

Since then, it remains the place untouched.

Dragged it down and wiped the dust,

I opened it with a cracking sound.

Coloured woolen yarns filled the chest, 

I started to knit with the needle in pound. 

Everything was same as old,

The time I got is a treasure of gold.