THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
The Song of my Childhood’s Happiness Happy I was with all those adventurous acts, And modest victories out to my dictatorship, To be pampered so well and beyond limit. Happiness was to hide and seek to run out, To build a castle out of mud and wet myself, And being an actor, to make everyone laugh Looking on me making me act too unique. Profound I felt, when my elder chased me With endless request for a spoon of rice. All in all, I was clearing my memory for today.
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