Obscurity cared for the infant's pediatric life innocently where the motherly lap was way to life
At four, a playground was farming fields and a rustic prayer home with brother and cousin
Collecting paddy straws to help my mother in cooking and learning religion were duties daily
Sometimes Dang-guli game and scuffle with same age villagers were daily kith and kin
Losing a daughter mother was careful about us, where I was favorite to them surly
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
04/09/2022
Wonderful narration of childhood memories and presented so beautifully through this poem.
It's always great to get a glimse of another poet's life. You've done it marvelously in such succinct form!
A beautiful glimpse into your childhood. Memories never die. You kept it short and succinct but gave a good picture of your life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Childhood episodes in life remain like a photograph in the mind, Remain blessed Mahtab.....10 + Favourite