I remember back in the 70's in my village, during iftar (ramadan break-fasting) , we used to exchange food with neighbours... those were the days not a single house separated by fence. I guess, the yesteryears are too far behind. very sad poem (for me) indeed. it touches the very micron of yearning for the good ol' days.
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I remember back in the 70's in my village, during iftar (ramadan break-fasting) , we used to exchange food with neighbours... those were the days not a single house separated by fence. I guess, the yesteryears are too far behind. very sad poem (for me) indeed. it touches the very micron of yearning for the good ol' days.