Nostalgia

I do remember myself in my childhood - The time which outran soon, Just as a lonely ray - In a night without the moon. I do remember going to the fields - Which remained flooded with pond water, And watched the cows going with their tilted head, From beneath trees as the 'drops. dripped on the bower. I do remember the playful fights - With my little friends each with weakened might, And it was love of course Which was bond's source. I do remember playing in the mango grove - Along with some of my dears. And when it went long- I was moulded with punishment fears. I do remember my grandfather- Who with his stories Made my heart as light as a feather And still it was for nothing could I miss either. Most of the sibling stage hath passed by- Mothers's love ,fathers strength are amongst the left few; My cousin too hath remained and he- Is amongst the smoked hives left bee. Like a lonely boat in ripple-less water- Like a beakorn in a moonless night- I would like to cherish them rather Losing them like a ray of light.