I Remember My Home And Hearth Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

I REMEMBER MY HOME AND HEARTH
I remember, I remember, the home where I was born,
The little windows where the sun lightened my morn;
I remember, I remember, the streets and lanes right,
The cows, chased by bulls, wild—Their joy made me delight!
The basil where the purity live, and where my mother set
She watered on her fast, - The plant is living yet!

I remember, I remember, the Neem where I used to swing,
And the air must rush, fresh and cool, to dance with the wing;
My spirit flew to sky seven then, that is very tired now,
The rain showers fail to cool, the heat on my brow.
I remember, I remember, the rivulet, narrow and deep;
I used to swim with the waves and sound like beep.

It was an immature ignorance, but now a great joy,
To know I am far away from Heaven now when I am a boy.
My self can feel the joy, when childhood out of sight,
I love it fully, when I am a man strive for light.
I love that with a love, seemed deemed to lose,
With smiles, tears, of all my life! – But that, God choose,