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That picture flashes on my canvas of memory
Yet…as like as cellulose film
It seems that was last day but
Many years have been past already
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Yet It Flashes On My Canvas Of Memory...

That picture flashes on my canvas of memory
Yet…as like as cellulose film
It seems that was last day but
Many years have been past already
As stars in the cloud free sky
Uncountable!

I was little that time now big…

I was going to my maternal uncle
Finishing my final exam of class two,
What a pleasure! Endless leisure!
Our bus was running with hissing
Sun was going to be sunk into river
Suddenly a lad I saw
Running from horizon to our bus
Having a big bag he was
As well as waving his hand,
With hissing our bus passed the road
Also sun seemed to be set simultaneously
Making an asking into my tender mind
Ah! Could the boy reach to his goal that day?
Yet when
This remembrance comes into mind
That asking of childhood chase me yet equally
Ah! Could the boy reach to his goal that day?

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