Opening door I'll go to mango-garden
And pick-up babyhood
When the morn yarns and brushes teeth
On the stem of neem tree.
Eating green mango I'll fly with kite
When summer-noon baths into river.
Taking leave-card from class-monitor
I'll enter into childhood
And never fall back again.
Poem 19
Book 'Firefly Can't Make a Day' February 2008
Copyright Writer
Rhythm Publishers, Dhaka, Bangladesh
ISBN 984-8319-63-8
this is a sweet poem. once again i love your play on words and how you connect simple ideas with bigger meanings.
Retrospective! In time-machine travel in back-gear to touch and savor childhood. Ten dr. sakti
a true dream either in the dream or in real life we never get into..........
Taking leave-card from class-monitor I’ll enter into childhood And never fall back again.... good rememebrence of childhood... well nit words with gold remiinscenes.......10 as 'Child' i was so notorious... omment if u like
Brings up vibrant images of childhood days! I had heard many stories from my father about the mango, jackfruit and guava gardens of Bangladesh; he use to miss them all - in the congested city of Calcutta! 10++ -Raj Nandy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine imagery crafted with fine words............10