It's neither the tree,
Nor its rustling leaves,
But the moments
That I spent
Together with my friends.
It's neither the tree's branches,
Nor the chirping brood in the nest,
But the songs
That I sang with my friends.
It's neither the tree's platform,
Nor the loitering dogs,
But the candid conversations
That I had with my friends.
When I returned here
After decades,
The only thing
That I missed
Were my friends,
The moments,
The songs,
And the conversations,
That have made
This tree indelible
In my heart.
2 comments:
यता बस्दा उताको याद, उता बस्दा यताको याद आउछन् । याद भन्ने कुरा साह्रै मीठो ।
हो, ठिक भन्नुभयो, शंकरजी। धन्यवाद।
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