# ENGLISH version extempore translation.. :)
English version

Childhood

The time spent in old house
When it was big and full of glory
The rememberance of childhood is incomplete
Without remembering the old big house.

To describe it's Glory in few words is impossible
It's not a poem its a song.... It's a whole novel a story..!!

All the corners of that house reminds the story hidden in it
The cows, thr calfs, the hens , the ducks,
The parrots the pigeons
Rarely sighted snakes
Mongoose family
The Black faced Baboons troops visits
Old store room, the closed room
The roof, the house of woodpecker in the wall,
The cats, the care-takers of cows
The morning filled with fragrance of flowers blanketed the floor under
The laughter the jokes the merry nights
The stories of grand dad, great grand mom, grand mom..
In the happiness of the time shared back then...

To express you in few words.. Is utter impossible
You are my novel, you are my identity

The neighbors, the stories of Charity,
The name, the love, your presence is thr in each memory of past...

If a novel is written ever in you and me,
It will be filled with so many poems about our time together

Because
Without you I am incomplete
Without me you after incomplete...


Sparkle in Wisdom