Childhood, A Lost Dream
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Neela Nath Das
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All the colors of rainbow can not
fill the arch of my deep sorrow.
Childhood, a lost dream which only
could have brought my good morrow.
Childhood is a picture of birds,
plants, sunlight, hills, rivers, trees
a stretch of boundless horizon,
the canopy of the sky and breeze.
Childhood is a drawing in which
all your kins, neighbors are alive.
Childhood reminds now me in leisure,
This is the garden where memory survive.
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