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Childhood is gone so is youth
Every precious vestige of life is gone
Memories of the lanes of my village torment me so very often...
Of the lady from the deserts...
Who sold bananas cheap
Who shall ever give infants the first taste of jaggery again...?

Encouraging words from mothers that made lion-cubs out of us...
When they forced thick yogurt to our lips
I still laugh when I think of our running noses...

Tails of cattle we held to swim across ponds...
How can we ever forget the crush we had as kids
When did the season of budding childhood blow over...???

No longer will speakers bellow from cots uniquely put together...
The music that was will never ever be
Never will anyone recite folklore as eloquently as Manak did...

Had you not chided me as a child, my dear mother...
I would not have achieved a fraction of what I have Such care she took in grooming me...

It's memories of my village that haunt me so very often
Lanes of my village, Lanes of my villag