When I was a child, I use to weep on my mother's lap;
Sometimes I play with my parents, sometimes I crawl on the floor;
Which brings amusement and seems so pretty;
But when I was adult, I use to recall these memories;
Which makes me sorrowful and I missed those days;
Even my mind never forgets those past memories;
As these are memorable too;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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