| By : Subhash Yadav ( Posted on :08 Dec, 2006 ) | Total Views : 298 | Previous | Next |
Really I can feel that blow,
Really that narrow street,
Where played the childhood,
With the dust,in that soil.
With small barefoot in that clouds.
Really she awakens,
Always in the dawn,
With her nip fingers,
For the work of hard,
In the thunder storm,
In a heavy rain,
In the shivering cold and,
In the heat of days.
Really can't forget that town,
Oh no! not at all,
That tamarind tree,
That banyan branches,
That fishes of pond,
That chirping of birds,
That story of Mother,
In the moon of night,
That festival were happiness,
Really that feeling was bright,
Oh yes! That was reality of my life.
Written By : Subhash Yadav
