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Childhood Friend

Something is missing in the modern lifestyle. The dazzle of city robbed my childhood friend, without whom I can’t imagine my childhood.


I still have his glimpse in some old photographs

That tree, which was present in my courtyard

I still have some memories of that little bird

when seen her nest, how happily I jumped

I Still have the shadows of that swing

How fun it was while playing

Yeah, I still have some broken pieces of them

But my friend, furnitures are just wood can’t give same feeling as them

I still have the habit of writing tales

But, yet not written anything as beautiful as my childhood tales.

~Priyamvada


उस शजर का जिक्र होता है कुछ पुरानी तस्वीरों में
कभी जो मेरे घर के आँगन में हुआ करता था.

बात उस चिड़िया की भी होती है बचपन के किस्सों में
के कैसे मैं उसके घोसले को देख कर उछल पड़ी थी.

और वो झूला तो मैं आज तक नहीं भूल पायी
जिसे हम बच्चों ने बड़ी जद्दोज़हत से लगाया था.

हाँ उस शजर के कुछ बेजान से टुकड़े आज भी पड़े हैं
पर जनाब,फर्निचरों में उस शजर जैसी कोई बात कहाँ

~ Priyamvada


Who is your childhood friend without whom you can’t imagine your childhood.

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