My Nostalgic Childhood Poem by Bishnu Parida

I reminisce my childhood days,
with my family in a remote village
My father often sat cross legged,
Leaning against the wall,
Looking over, beyond the fence
Of the back yard of our house

A golden oriole hopped, up and down,
From the branch to branch of a guava tree,
A sweet song of a cuckoo bird
Came floating through the air
Somewhere from its secret abode

The cool afternoon breeze
Played caressing the turfs
Of the spinach fields,
As my mother watered the tender green plants

Sweet smell of jasmine
Spread thickening through our garden air
And the wind made whirls and curls
Dancing with the fallen dry leaves

Some defiant cattle dared
Trespassing into our backyard
Breaking the fence at the weaker places
Shouting at them with a stick I ran
Chiding and chasing them afar

Long after so many days,
I had a visit to my birthplace
The vacant backyard made me nostalgic
A picturesque past unreeled before me