Native Place
Native Place


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I know every corner
of that house
How many birds live
on which tree & branch of that house
How many came and went
in their house
I know everything...
.
I heard their lullaby
in autumn, spring & winter
Paddy at each house in late autumn
Oh how happy they are
Foods spread in the field of ripe paddy
... in the household yard
How many honey months
they live here.
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The day I brought Jasmine sapling
the leaves were soft & tender
Even today its branches
are full in flowers
At the top of the bamboo garden
how much the moon & fireflies talk
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Lying on the roof,
how many times
I face the stars in moonlight night
I have seen...
how many stars fall to the end
Believe me, I never told you
about any of my wishes.
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The pain of birds & trees
in summer & monsoon
permeates my life today
Still I have to go far...
far away to my native place
The memory of father & grandfather
fill my chest and
there are pictures of mother, brother
and sisters together.
As soon as I close my eyes
the memory opens...
all those days float by
In fact nothing can be lost
everything remains
In the secret locker of mind...