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An evocative poem of the days gone by, by Mitra, exclusively for Different Truths.
I don’t know if the cuckoo sings there anymore or the afternoon is still serene That was years back when I was a child and didn’t let reason interferes with innocence When I still saw shapes in clouds and thought my paper boat would float to the sea I don’t know if I can still hear the flute played in those green pastures but its melody is still fresh in my mind Those were the days when I waited for the music to surround me in waves of dream I don’t know if I can find the mango trees still blossoming in the summer breeze Those were the days when I liked mangoes or trees and had summer holidays I don’t know if the fountain has dried and the stream doesn’t flow anymore Those were the days when the ripples of water glittered and I sat by it to read poetry and pen down some Then there came a time when time started moving fast and I had to leave the city with a promise to return I don’t know if I will ever go back there but If I do, I want the child in me to find some part of that memory, still alive
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