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]