My Those Precious Moments Poem by Amitava Sur

O ‘ God You give me back those golden days,
What you snatched from me in those early days
You made me weeping for a few pence only
You robbed those thrilling moments off from me.


Now You give me, give me back
My all those lost out childhood days.
Those very loving, endearing and those precious moments.

Then I was unable to go to the circus in the village fair
And could not put on a dress I liked …of that knight’s attire.
I could not take even a snap, riding that white horse.
And all that I could not do, just for a few pence.

Being undone with poverty, my helpless poor loving dad
embraced me with his kind hands and said,
“ My son - one day you will get all of them,
Believe me, I swear “.

Times wheel started moving on
Days went … years past … decade also was over,
I grew to an eligible young man.
I am a smart executive now, with my car and costly suit and tie
I have a big AC chamber with my secretary Hi Fi.

But alas -
I’m unable to find that circus and that village fair anymore
And could not wear that dress to become a Knight for once.

Now, You are turning Your face replying nothing
O’ God – why You don’t answer me?
You give me back, my those lovely childhood days …
So loving, endearing and those precious moments.

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Amitava (5.03.2014) 12- 40 am

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