Never I will forget the way
Dusty and broken almost,
I will never good-bye the day
First I stepped at the school;
I got all once I had lost
When bade a host of Kashful.
I will never forget old Indian ladies
Once who accompanied us
Or, blessed live-long under the bliss
And solitude of smile;
I will tell truth- -all is pious,
Be remembered not only for a while.
They are but my friends
Loving, caring who always be
To the trouble, or who mends
To drive them, is but me
Nor hate, nor any pretends.
10/10/2015
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The memories of one's Alma Mater are always very sweet and unforgettable. Nice poem showing similar sentiments about other things too. Thanks for sharing.10.
They are but my friends Loving, caring who always be To the trouble, or who mends To drive them, is but me Nor hate, nor any pretends......... yes, so nicely depicted. Thrilling expression. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loving and caring should be part of us. Nice work.