Some Old Unforgettable
Memories
When the moon comes above
Like a sweet dancing dove
My mother comes to feed
And I eat with greed.
All seem to me like yesterday
O! I have lost my childhood
somewhere on the way.
Now when I see the moon
standing high
I remember these with a
sigh.
Contributed By - S.Neelakantan, I
am somebody who is a lover of languages rather than a pundit of them. I
love to read, write, discuss poems. Take ten pretty things in the world.
Poetry is one among them. It makes you human if not divine.
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