Lekhny composition -28-Sep-2022
Those dreams are shattered,
What we saw in childhood?
Those moments fell apart,
left behind in a sea of memories.
Those village streets,
Road, river, garden went to Bisur
farm barn, playground.
those bygone memories,
Those dreams were shattered.
We saw the waves of the Ganges,
The winch of the fair, the sweet taste of sweet.
Those clay toys, those cheap ones,
those childhood memories
Those dreams were shattered.
We saw that colorful day,
Those streets wrapped in yellow, pink and green color.
That water of the pitcher, we used to do it
arbitrarily,
How were those days of color's festival?
left behind,
Those dreams were broken.
Supriya Pathak
03-Oct-2022 12:15 AM
Awesome 👍💐
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Amir
29-Sep-2022 05:23 PM
very nice
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Ajay Tiwari
29-Sep-2022 05:04 PM
Very nice
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