A Little Remembrance.

Remembering the village of my childhood The compounds were without walls separation The paddy fields were lying vacant in summer We the children had free access to anywhere And to pluck fruits from different trees The different varieties of country mango trees With a hand fist we could get enough to eat The real enemy in tree top were the ants Which they tried to bite in ferocious ways And we cleverly dealt with their sudden attacks How the remembrance of child hood becomes so pretty In the mind we keep it as a great treasure But new generation the children are helpless Their inheritance of mango trees are poor Almost all trees had sold to wood merchants The species of mango trees in varieties extinct. We asked the wind to help for getting the mangoes The wind properly adhered our direction We asked the squirrels to turn their bite Without damaging the mango ripe and sweet They properly helped us in such necessity We cared not to throw away the nuts in distance The squirrels always were crazy to collect the same And sharpened teeth and ate the kernels in time.