Sitting cosily in his armchair in the pleasant moonlit evening,
The old man was reminiscing his glorious childhood days,
His heart danced with joy,
As he remembered the pleasure and charm of that time.
He loved so much the delightful and serene nature of his native land;
The green pastures, ripening corns of the fields, ponds, beautiful river flowing in its own way with lovely ripples, plants and trees and so on,
All were fabulous to watch.
He was ruminating about
The little friends with whom he tottered across the dusty roads to the school
And played in the afternoon in the green lustrous field like the playful little fawn,
That was the happiest time of his life.
With the passage of time the man had certainly lost the vigor and strength of his body,
But he was not frail in his imaginative mind and spirit,
That's why he still enjoyed the beauty of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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