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Memories
The tranquil memories which I ever had,
The unforgettable bonda which I ever made
The sense of the kiddish memories ,I feel,
How could wonderful it be?
I lay down the damp earth under the bower,
The trees whistling among themselves,
The breezy wind which reminds me
Something has passed through me
I could not hold the time which passed
But I hold the memories I had.
The evening of the light vehement sun,
Reminds me of the activities I have done
The kiddish pranks I made
Suddenly make a smile on my face
I gazed into the sky
Clouds racing , like the time.
Can I ever live my childhood again?
And the answer which seems silent
The laughter I had with siblings
The late- night chattering
The hide and seek I played on those evenings,
Will can ever be forgettable?
Those fake scenarios I made,
For grabbing some cute attention
The time which I lament,
Why do you leave me?
The memories which can't be replayed,
I solace which I remember.
The tea party which I had with my friends
The cycle racing, I ever done,
No worries and no tension
I was living in the ninth cloud
The serene laughs , my ear recalls,
The promises of friendship
The Winning arguments
And what so?
Lastly, I can say that..
I lived a overwhelmed childhood..
Those not only remind me but...
I can still sense the feeling of living it again...
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Hello, my name is Swastika and I am a 13-year-old poet. I turn to poetry and painting when life becomes too bleak. I wrote this poem while sitting at my school bench near the window side. Rain drops falling onto the leaves outside inspired this master piece that struck my mind.