This is about that day,
The day, the sailor flew away.
On the day when there was a fair of water lilies in the canal.
The day, when bees were perched on the flowers.
This is about that day,
The day, I used to wake up with the chirping of birds.
The day, I used to look at the sky and watch the birds play.
The day, I used to play with the moon on a moonlit night.
This is about that day,
The day,I would run to the house next door to see the smell of marigolds.
The day, I used to pick mangoes on the way to the madrasa.
The day, I used to run under the open sky.
The day, I used to count them in pairs with my friends.
That day, where was that day lost?
That day, today became a fairy tale.
That day, lost over the time.
That day, this pastime of nature swings into a game of memories.
Beautiful poem you created....I read it and i think one day you get reward for your hard working.... I also waiting for your next poem.All the best