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
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.
Great representation.....thank u, dear friend...
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