5.That house
With a Rangoon Creeper at the gate
With a stone bench at the porch
With a big swing in the hall...
Grand pa asked me for buttermilk
I fetched from mom so quick
He was holding the swing chain
As I gave him the buttermilk
Lo! ! ! why did he fall down..?
Grand pa didn't answer
Like a shooed crow soared
I was three years old then
Hate buttermilk since then
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6. This house
With stone steps from the street
With clients like a filled class room
In and out the porch to meet the vakil...
Inside that house a Nightingale
Just readying me to join school
My beautiful kind mom
Wasn't for 1st standard but
Let us four join 2nd standard straight
I was six years old then
Still reminiscing those days often
Note: That house was my maternal grandpa's.This house was my paternal grandpa's.
My mother was a very good singer that she was conferred the title 'Nightingale' by her school and she became a good musician later
A stunning expression has been made on your maternal grandpa's house and paternal grandpa's house. It is so glorious news that your mother was a good musician and she was known as title 'Nightingale. Beautiful poem. Thank you dear madam for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can visualize this house. You were lucky to have been born to a mother who could sing well! You must have been put to sleep listening to her sweet lullabies. Children always treasure the sweet memories of the time they spent with their grandparents! Lovely reminiscences!