My Childhood
I was born in a middle class family,
I lived with my brother life of simplicity.
Growing up in abundant love and care,
Hearing tales of bravery and dare.
Knowing our roots and ancestry,
Marveling at life and it's mystery.
Inculcated good habits and to pay respect,
To the society nature and the rest.
Participated in social community functions,
With utmost sincerity and devotions.
Learnt to share pleasure & despair in community,
With reverence sincerity and spontaneity.
We enjoyed tales from epic Ramayan,
We loved them much and became Rama's fan.
Now I am in seventies,
But still love the stories.
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