Could my heart ever forget –

the days, now bygone.

The days of cheerful fancies…

And moments of togetherness!

The days, when in misty mornings –

Near the temple, we gathered flowers;

When at noon, by the river’s side –

We built small houses of clay!

But now, the waves have washed away –

The houses… our footprints have vanished;

And how I miss the tender moments –

When our souls were untainted!

So Time, roll back your wheels… bring back my fancies,

Make me a child, just for a day –

I want to play in the river banks

Ans build anew those houses of clay.


[31 March 2002 | Guwahati]



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