Gone are the days of merry:
The satisfaction when I won mom’s lap for the day
The joy when I scored a mark more than my friend
The excitement in grabbing a prize for co curricular activity
The possessive feeling when others had favor in the eyes of my best pedagogue
The sportiveness to create identity for myself
Above all when my emotions burst out in bidding farewell to little buddy!
are you talking about your growing up? ey....it sounds good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The joy! ! Thanks for sharing.