sometime ago when I was sitting alone
Beneath the old mango tree:
In the garden on green grasses
In front of vase and olad plants;
Listening to sweet melodious voice
Of beautiful birds in the sky,
Looking at the swing
Attached to the old mango tree.
These plants grew older, when
I was busy in making my courier.
Those yellow,red birds rest for their life
And their babies replaces them in sky.
Those little plantlets also grew taller
And that big vase also became smaller.
For to rest ,the big mango tree
Spend his days and come to old age.
Time fly by,making moments delight
A beautiful memories in eye sight:
With old beauty of next door garden lie
And replacing it with home for new butterflies.
It comes the moment after a long time
When I sit beneath the old mango tree.
Remembering memories of that time
When I was a child, enjoying my life.
The same memory as of now
But a different touch of the blue sky;
Someday in childhood with friends
Playing with each other and
Catching butterflies in a net.
Several tries to drop a mango
Twinging from the tree ,but
Now these have store like a folk tale.
Memories of childhood in the garden ,
With friends and family members:
Has now became a golden moment
For my whole life that can\'t never be forgotten.
Old days has now becoming tales
Speaking with friends and laughing out
Loud,how we were naughty children?
Time is passing and making many old days,
Hope you make it better ,for future to tell.