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Who can miss childhood memory?
Those early days with no means and poverty
All brought me to sense all of sudden
It was driving to the corner even
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So emotionally charged poem and it points a finger to the youth of the day.I love its spirit. P Nasarudheen, Kasargod, Kerala Apr 22,2014
Very touching, Mehta sir! Preeta Chandran, New Delhi Apr 22,2014
Beautiful! Warm regards, Supratik Sen, Hyderabad Apr 22,2014
Very poignant and touching! Thanks for sharing, Mehtaji. Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, AP, India Apr 22,2014
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Like 1 hour ago by Freedom Writer | Reply picture of Freedom Writer xA humble beginning x 1 hour ago by Freedom Writer | Reply leafsailors Ghost Love works, I share your tears for the old folks who loved us all, your poems are wonderful, kind poet 1 hour ago by leafsailors Ghost | Reply
profound Larry Stallings3 minutes ago great work Comment +1
Parents. Emmanuel Bandoh6 minutes ago There are good parents, kind and loving; but there are some that are the opposite. The writer was talking in the past; meaning, his or her parents have been gone for some time.
Who can miss childhood memory? Those early days with no means and poverty
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Dear Sir, the last stanza carried me away! With regrads, Shigufta Uzma, Rourkela Apr 22,2014