The curse that follows me
When I forgot my little primary school
Where I taught the letters to write
Where I sang the songs of little ones
Where I met my dear childhood friends
Often in quarrel when things out of hand
I remember my own dear village friends
In different streams of life situations.
At last I am myself told me to visit
To see the elementary village school
Where memories are recalled with happiness
As the smiling face of my beloved mother
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