Those little thoughts, some where there and some where near…
The ones of a babies smile, bringing about the swear tear….
Wishes of sliding down a rainbow, the one that made me fear…
Holding my father's hand, the one that made me feel near…
Little would I forgot my Mother's affection...
Never would I forget my Grandma's dedication...
Growing big was once my little passion…
Being grown being empty for not accomplishing my ambition…
Memories…those sweet little memories...
Anand Kumar
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