""The Tender Spring of Memories"
""The Tender Spring of Memories"
Childhood – the rhythm of memories,
Like a sound shaded in vibrant hues.
In the cool monsoon streams,
Dragonflies danced as playful friends.
The lilies smiling in the silent pond,
We crushed them with tiny, eager hands.
Who sang among the fields back then?
Who heard those songs of birds unseen?
Drifting like a ray of gentle light,
A shadow passed beside me slow...
In the pale moonlight of fading thoughts,
Those days are lost — never to return.
G. R. Kaviyoor
11 July 2025
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