Slip into
I do realize many times
What is it to keep always with past times?
Not all people are born with silver spoon
And have to toil very hard in noon
One can imagine how sweet the food will?
When earned two square meal
It is always remembered how struggling days were
When everything in life was very far
Whenever I pick first bite of the meal
And before putting into mouthy feel I certainly feel
It's worth in real happiness
I have all smiles on face
So I carry it in dreams
And they often bombard as beam
Remind me of old critical days
And remind me not to miss them in any way
So whenever I am restless in bed
I don't feel stress
But slip into old memory
And feel so much cheery
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So whenever I am restless in bed I don’t feel stress But slip into old memory And feel so much cheery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem.We should celebrate every little happiness on our way.