I forgot the streets in which I used to walk……
I forgot the senseless things I used to talk…….
I forgot the joy of completing all homework……
After which I had no other work…..
I forgot the nights thunder would scare…....
On toys when I used to stare………..
I forgot the time I used to play…..
With dust and clay
good, i like this art. we all have to put in our mind the dairies of past. nicely written. well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one! ! ! Keep writing