I love the golden days of my childhood
In my memories very sweet!
When rain fell on the summer rapt ground
Creating music in its own silver strings
We danced like gypsies in our street;
And like a legendary hero
Who launched his ships on the seas
I floated my paper boats in the streams!
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On the banks of our village brook
We played in the golden sands and like heroes
We used to fight with our wooden swords;
Some times we swam in the cool waters,
In sweet abandon we danced like naked angels
While flashing our little weapons in the air..
How playful then we were!
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How I shook the friendly boughs
Of the Jamun trees that stood in the corner
Of the Temple ground, and when fruits fell
We jumped down in a hurry to taste them
As those fruits were the nature's delight;
On the green paths of great millet fields
We ran like little rabbits and collected
The sweet cucumber fruits as if they were
The fruits of heaven with taste of nectar!
~*~
When we challenged a cuckoo
With our cooing in high pitched notes
The bird stopped to sing in the trees
We begged the bird to sing again, and
When there was no watch man in the grove
We used to steal away the sweet mangoes!
I love the golden days of my childhood
In my memories very sweet!
