Oh! Light that leads all through the dark
Stay before me a moment, let my eyes behold thy light
To kindle the dead lamps of memories I carry
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Deeply said the childhood innocense. These memories always enlighten our heart
Thank you Sreekumar. It is truly said that we live in the present standing on the past and looking at the future
Memories are treasured things we keep close to our heart. If they are taken away from us, we will definitely feel miserable. We have sweet memories about our childhood friends or our school days. By reviving those memories, we re create our good old days! A beautiful poem! A 10
Thank you great poet. Your comments always keep me elated. To cherish memories is human speciality and I am not exempt
Leave in it's grave my love for my little girl friend Who dared to share with me her umbrella in rain To save my'100' on the slate for maths unwashed All dipped in honey-sweet innocence and undefined love That keeps us bonded till this day and perhaps till the last.....these descriptions are really touching and the reader remembers his childhood......... beautiful memories...... long past but still alive in our cells. thank u daer poet. tony
Thank you Dr. Tony Brahmin. Innocence is Gods gift, we have respect it
Loved the poem. Someone who take care of little things that mean so much to us brings a feeling of an ever lasting gratitude towards that person. It's great that you could describe these words in your poem.
Thank you Prabha. Its not only the gratitude but memorising also matters
This poem really touched me. It helped me to recollect my school days which i badly miss.
Thank you Devi. We are passionately attached to our childhood memories
The poet cherishes fond memories about the little girl who shared her umbrella with him, his poor neighbour's loving mother who served meals to him and the school friends who shared little things with him. His only prayer to the Almighty is to spare these golden memories which he carry close to his chest without slipping them to the oblivion. Great poem DPN and I am proud of you.
Thank you Ramadas. The blissful moments we share with our loved ones are precious pearls of our treasure
Beautiful and heartwarming poem of precious childhood memories. thime's hands are cruel. Inch by inch, and breath by breath it takes away all that is dear to us.