A Little Remembrance. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A Little Remembrance.



Remembering the village of my childhood
The compounds were without walls separation
The paddy fields were lying vacant in summer
We the children had free access to anywhere
And to pluck fruits from different trees
The different varieties of country mango trees
With a hand fist we could get enough to eat
The real enemy in tree top were the ants
Which they tried to bite in ferocious ways
And we cleverly dealt with their sudden attacks
How the remembrance of child hood becomes so pretty
In the mind we keep it as a great treasure
But new generation the children are helpless
Their inheritance of mango trees are poor
Almost all trees had sold to wood merchants
The species of mango trees in varieties extinct.
We asked the wind to help for getting the mangoes
The wind properly adhered our direction
We asked the squirrels to turn their bite
Without damaging the mango ripe and sweet
They properly helped us in such necessity
We cared not to throw away the nuts in distance
The squirrels always were crazy to collect the same
And sharpened teeth and ate the kernels in time.

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Life poem about the village.
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