Old days in the garden

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.