My Little Village Poem by Abdul Wahab
My Little Village
For long I am in a far off place
Yet I could not forget the little village where I was born
Comes to my mind like a floating cloud
The image of the rivulet where I used to swim
And the snaky path on which I used to walk
Appears like a snap shot in my memory
I could not even forget the tiny tree of berry
Under which I used to get enough cool breeze
And the swamp around our house where I catch fishes is
A dam deep scratch in the pages of my soul
Like that of glue it is attached on the wall of my memories
I was blessed enough to have an orchard
Where I ran amok and collected the ripe tamarinds
In my leisure time all these rush back in my mind
And I wish if I could go back
And become a child
Yet I could not forget the little village where I was born
Comes to my mind like a floating cloud
The image of the rivulet where I used to swim
And the snaky path on which I used to walk
Appears like a snap shot in my memory
I could not even forget the tiny tree of berry
Under which I used to get enough cool breeze
And the swamp around our house where I catch fishes is
A dam deep scratch in the pages of my soul
Like that of glue it is attached on the wall of my memories
I was blessed enough to have an orchard
Where I ran amok and collected the ripe tamarinds
In my leisure time all these rush back in my mind
And I wish if I could go back
And become a child
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4/18/2024 5:49:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Fond memories of the native place rekindled through a visit down the memory lane. Thank you for sharing this simple yet lovely poem that is a pleasure to read and reminds the reader fond memoirs about his native place.10 points.