Oh those beautiful days roaming in tamed garden
imagining it as fairy woods walking alone in mystic lands.
Yearning deep within to see just beyond the bush
a fairy perching gently on a red rose bud.
She won’t fly away from me will become my playmate,
when we will see each other how sweet will be my fate!
Thinking they are fairies who came in to search
things left behind in the garden whenever I saw fireflies.
Those days of innocent dreams maybe they are gone forever,
but the sweetness that they left are here forever to savor.
Happy were the rainy days blissful were the souls when clouds poured
then they were blessed in freezing winter and scorching summer noon.
29.09.09, Garia, Kolkata