It was funny in my childhood to be missing.
Hardly anyone is there who is never lost
Hardly anyone is there who has never l come back.
Likewise playing such hide and seek game
We are grown.
Last year the school building was drifting away in the flood water
Crops over flown and destroyed because of whirlpool.
And the blood was shed abundantly in the huts
Recently a few girls were secretly sent to the occident
And suddenly a violent outbreak of cholera depopulated the villages.
Seeing the green leaf on the alluvium land
We are recognized ourselves and promise
There will be commissioned a festival
In the month of harvest
It was funny in my childhood to be missing/Hardly anyone is there who is never lost/Hardly anyone is there who has never l come back/Likewise playing such hide and seek game/We are grown....a great childhood memory is very tenderly expressed in this lovely poem...10
Hide and seek is an interesting game often we stare at present in villages. You have so nicely and incisively inscribed this poem. I cite....It was funny in my childhood to be missing. Hardly anyone is there who is never lost Hardly anyone is there who has never l come back. Likewise playing such hide and seek game We are grown. Thanks for sharing.10
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nice words composed here is- We are recognized ourselves and promise There will be commissioned a festival great 10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice nostalgia and good expectation of harvest soon!