My Childhood Memories Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

I had a childhood,
Full of bitter-sweet memories,
I can't help thinking of my friends, good,
Ever turned up performing sweet responsibilities.

So lovely the moments were,
Angling, singing, hiking, acting and playing,
Used to be my routine regular,
Happiness was something that study would never bring.

How can I not remember?
Collecting stamps,
Roaming from one place to another,
And into the pond those crazy frog-like jumps.

The rendezvous with the bosom friends,
And the sweet fights,
Returning home late flying kites as if it had no ends,
If power-cut peeked, I would enjoy the starry nights.

Oh those fallen mangoes!
During the violent northwester,
And the competition among us of course,
To be the best collector, the winner!