Childhood memories……

Childhood memories……

Those were the days,
Those lovely outfields,
Still in the memories afresh,
I see the dream being baked,
With a voice of tom-tom.

Those days of brilliant holiday,
Alive in a mind till today,
The happy cherry day, we enjoyed.
I wish those days returns back.

Nay is the flavour so sweet,
Nay the moment so bright,
I miss the childhood brims,
Softer as the rubber, I scale.

Everything ends,
And every story finishes up,
My days are no more,
My hue is never up,
But always I smile,
In the brush strike.

A blue horizon attracts me,
Distant calls reflect me.
I wonder where the show is.
Ponder the thought I go,
I still regale the moment, oh my days, where are you,
Oh!
Childhood memories…….

17-22 Jan, 2004
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Sikkim, my serene Sikkim

Sometime I wonder, around the belt I sleep,
The wonderful thoughts and off course the beauty,
I believe, I am fortunate ever,
Fortunate ever to be born,
Born in this serene part of land,
Sikkim, my serene Sikkim.

The best part of it,
Simplicity lies in every heart,
Eagerness and handwork the synonym,
Every child stores a dream,
Dream to make big, shoves off.
Among the crowd there is me,
Mine heart that beats for my Sikkim.

Monastery, green fields and mountains,
That is my Sikkim.
My identification and my reality,
Better off and still on realm,
My Sikkim, my serene Sikkim.

Land of beautiful flowers,
The ocean of fauna,
Here I find, heaven’s pleasure,
All the way I sing, I plight for myself.
I love my Sikkim...
Sikkim, my serene Sikkim.