Comes to my mind like a floating cloud
The image of the rivulet where I used to swim
And the snaky path on which I used to walk
Appears like a snap shot in my memory
I could not even forget the tiny tree of berry
Under which I used to get enough cool breeze
And the swamp around our house where I catch fishes is
A dam deep scratch in the pages of my soul
Like that of glue it is attached on the wall of my memories
I was blessed enough to have an orchard
Where I ran amok and collected the ripe tamarinds
In my leisure time all these rush back in my mind
And I wish if I could go back
And become a child