Back to me .. That child hood
It’s not mean
I hv forgotten that way
Really can’t forget for ever
Oh!! Yes they r also in my feelings
I can see that Verdant ..just close my eyes
I can hear Runnel’s Rattle if I listen to my soul
That bank of river……….
That sweet rain …….
That Dew………..
That mango trees ….
That field, that air, that birds songs ..
Where my child hood also, was crying
Oh!!! My village…………
Chanthu
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