DOWN THE MEMORY LANE

Down the memory lane
I can still remember my favorite game
Without cares and fears of life
With my friends I play without strife
We played and played till we could play no more

Down the memory lane
I could remember my tattered uniforms
With hunger battered faces and our books torn
And as hustlers without gain
We returned from school

With a vivid clarity I remember
Our favorite month December
When our mouths work tirelessly
Like farmers working assiduously