My Sweet House Poem by Rizwana Sultana

Who will return me back,
My sweet house of 27 years?
Every moment full of enjoyment,
Fun, complacence and cheers.

Whenever I remember every moment,
I feel sad and wish to lament.
Burning withered leaves in the garden,
And climbing trees with fruits laden.

The beautiful days spent of childhood,
Summer or winter, both were good.
Walking barefoot in the grassy lawn,
Now all those lovely days have gone.

Going for morning walks
In the early mornings,
Listening to the sweet song,
That the cuckoo sings,

We planted flowers,
And took snaps on our roof,
Even now I have the snaps,
As a proof.

I miss the days when we were small,
In the evenings, we used to stroll.
Every moment was full of pleasure,
And I consider those days as a treasure.

The sweet memories are not dead or static,
They are still alive and dynamic.
I cherish all those good old days.
To God goes all the praise.