Nostalgia
I do remember myself in my childhood -
The time which outran soon,
Just as a lonely ray -
In a night without the moon.
I do remember going to the fields -
Which remained flooded with pond water,
And watched the cows going with their tilted head,
From beneath trees as the 'drops. dripped on the bower.
I do remember the playful fights -
With my little friends each with weakened might,
And it was love of course
Which was bond's source.
I do remember playing in the mango grove -
Along with some of my dears.
And when it went long-
I was moulded with punishment fears.
I do remember my grandfather-
Who with his stories
Made my heart as light as a feather
And still it was for nothing could I miss either.
Most of the sibling stage hath passed by-
Mothers's love ,fathers strength are amongst the left few;
My cousin too hath remained and he-
Is amongst the smoked hives left bee.
Like a lonely boat in ripple-less water-
Like a beakorn in a moonless night-
I would like to cherish them rather
Losing them like a ray of light.
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