The Banyan Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

friends, how do you feel when you feel when your mind travels among the lost years that you will never get back? i feel sad sometime. but, when the days are joyful (as Keats says,a thing of beauty...) really i feel proud remembering my innocent mischiefs.

The days in the village that I’ll never meet,
Make me laugh and cry;
For the games, and friends with whom I fought
Again was bound in string of joy.
I remember the Banyan tree,
That we tortured every day,
To get on for leaves and breeze,
Best companion to play.
Hats we made for the kings and general
And the dresses of leaves too
Got on the tree and made our kingdoms,
Was it same to you?
(20.04.2007 Friday)
The Frogs Game

Submitted: June 17, 2008

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Upali Sramon

Thanks for reading.

Fri, June 20th, 2008 10:20am

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