Mom - Anjali Denandee || Poem || English Poem
Mom
Anjali Denandee
Then I was a village girl.
I had hair, long, black and curl.
I adorned with my flowers crown.
I danced on our yard.
I heard heard and heard,
The songs of the birds.
I was with my simplicity.
Now I live in a town.
It is a capital city.
Now my hair is not long, and also black.
Now I sit on my balcony and my thinking go back.
I revise my life-book's beginning pages.
Oh, my early days!
So fantastic!
Really nostalgic.
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