Those Days - Poem by Vishnudev Murikkanattil
Not as a snail but as a rapid snake,
Engulfing the past.
The past of smile,
The days of rejoice.
Nothing to worry;
A period that never turns-
Filling the eyes-the only aim-
The child proceeds.
But soon, he too-
In the arms of civilization
The days when innocence
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