Remembrance Of Past. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Childhood memories, like a treasure
Keeps in mind with mixed feelings
Childhood, both happiness and sad events
Hounds the mind in such an interval thoughts
Where we have happiest things in life
The little toy treated as important
The butterfly caught and tied to a thread
Its plays to escape from captivity
The swimming in groups with our friends
Catching fishes from the ponds in seasons
And trying our best in several plays
Restless days, climbing mango trees
The good old friends those lives in
Such good ones became dead souls
Escaped the woes of struggled life
In the open field colored kites in skies
How enchanting and happiest were the days
The fishing nets, hooks, and threads
The scolding from the beloved parents
The punishments meted out on our faults
The goodness of people and children's play
The village people and toiling masses
The harvest seasons and harvesting events
The collective sharing of crops and all
How the feeling goes in mind a memory
The sad memory of sad demise of relatives
The tearful farewells and grave yards
All are the memories that gone by
My heritage home the old home that I see now
In childhood it was collective living
As told my beloved mother, who is no more
Now things changed in fast, nuclear families
That responsible ourselves, in every event
Failures, and winning our own feeling
No one shares the woes or happy things
No one had the time to listen others
The children are the busiest ones today
They have no time to play and to experience
The life of yesterday only a remembrance of past.