O those days!
How Canst one forgets,
Pray,
Those days of our going to hills,
Praying at the hall, before the sun rises,
After sun sets,
O those days!
How Canst one forgets,
Pray,
Those days of camaraderie and Joys
Our becoming children, filled
With fun , laughter and joined hands,
O those days!
How Canst one forgets,
Pray,
Wintry morns coming to our beds,
Filled with blossoms aromatic
And the mist enveloping us, the Lodge!
(*Note: the photograph attached is Taken by me, from a friend's , a brother's post, with whom one had spent many many hours together at RKMRC , Narendrapur, Kolkata, Shri /Mr. Mrinmoy Pratihar, )
