Yesturday Once More
My childhood days were gold
I do remember them;
They with golden veil did my feels mould-
But all were short-lived like a short burning flame.
The walks along the fields of grain-
The runs through the narrow lanes,
The catching of fish
Are some of my memories that I still cherish.
As the darkness chilled the air ,
I sat by my grandpa to whom I was a dear
And his ghostly stories' terror
Made me sit nearer and closer.
And the reading of the jungle lore-
Oh! If I had yesturday once more!.
Copyright © Sonnet Mondal World Poet | Year Posted 2008
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