The memories of my childhood
Waiting for the metros in a ground tunnel station,
My brain took me to honour my childhood's satisfaction.
There I used to cross the river to attain my school,
The king size boat was my adorable carrier as a travelling tool.
I enjoyed the mesmerized beauty of the river bank,
Where people were set to dive into it to take their morning bath.
The fishermen catch fishes to sell them into the market,
To get vegetables and foods for their children in a traditional basket.
The beauty feathered birds swim on holy wavy water,
They catch up their prey trying to hide in the muddy water.
Finally I am on other side to leave my favourite rank and position,
Just managed to enter into the metros to join my variable companions.
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