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Reminiscences
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English Poetry |
Strewn lines on the mud
with pebbles, well played
hopping game;
*
Swam in the temple pond-
butterfly stroke, free style
and back stroke- mixed up all;
*
Plucked small thorny fruits
from the shrubs
grown on the fence, munching.
*
Rejoiced at sports of football and ring tennis
after harvest in the fields
without complaining or grumbling.
*
Happy and laudable reminiscences
of childhood to perpetuate
but, youth dawned leaving all to separate.
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Beautifully penned
reminiscences for sure
A completely forgotten word & game “Ring Tennis”
now brought back in memory so much of my joy…
Hearty commends
…, well played
hopping game;
but, youth dawned leaving all to separate
Oh, the fondness of the poem. Your fond, careful, doting style in each poem strikes me anew almost every time!
Hi
reeking of nostalgia, the lost past is well recollected and recounted .
sarala
Vishvji,Saurabh & Sarala;
Thank you so much for
encouragement and
compliments.
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