More 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've lost my childhood somewhere on the way
Now when I see the moon standing high
I remember these with a sigh.
Copyright © Neelakantan Sundaram | Year Posted 2013
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