My Childhood Days Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

My Childhood Days



Oh, Let me be free...,
Like those colorful kites,
Like the nodding head
Of a besotted rose in red.

My childhood just passed,
In this silent wood, the songs
Were sung by the seasons of joy,
Everywhere just those Hoy! !

In those childhood days
Those friendship were
So much intense there;
And those innocent smiles
Being so immaculate,
Makes me a flabbergasted yet!
A flabbergasted yet...

Tuesday, January 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship,love and life
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BIBHAKAR DUTTA

BIBHAKAR DUTTA

Malda, West Bengal, India
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