Tank Full of Memories

Narrow steps lead to my realm,
Jade green water reflects light,
Ducks or swans, they saunter,
My Grandmom holds me tight,
I wish to touch the water,
But permitted I am not,
'Goodbye Mylapore Tank'.

The shops that dot the mini lake,
Are abuzz with the sound of life,
Glass Bangles tinkle off my hand,
The task to buy a board and knife.
I wish to touch the water,
My mind is there not,
'Goodbye Mylapore Tank'.

The bus is late, I'm in a haste,
The trees between us dance,
Lotus leaves and buzzing bees,
The sight throws me in a trance.
I wish to touch the water,
But time I have not,
'Goodbye Mylapore Tank'.

The engines soar, flight ascends,
My tank is but a green square,
The train runs along the the side,
A view to behold up in the air,
I wish to touch the water,
But reach it I cannot,
'Goodbye Mylapore Tank'.