Days of my childhood, some memories coming alive


Dog in the moonlight

The nights starry and calm
The house was made of mud
The lights were oil lamp
Evenings would come
With tea boiling
In fire kettle
Chickens would go come back home
Ducks to their pens
That tea with fresh baked bread
My grandma praying evening prayer
Radio conversations of grandpa.
It would talk me to sleep
Silent nights with owl's hoot
Man hadn't poisoned nature
Nature with his noise.
I want to relieve those moments again.....




Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG
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Written on 2023-07-22 at 18:12

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