My Hamlet Small

 Ah ! I miss my hamlet small ,

The huts little and bamboos tall ,

The sweet ponds and clear streams ,

And the nectar filled to flowers’ brims .

In dreams ,

I still see my school and mates ,

We plucked mangoes and ripen’d dates .

The flocking flamingoes ,

The bleating goats ,

In my memory clearly float .

The sunny days and starry nights ,

Unique they’re in all my pride .

Ah ! how I miss my hamlet small !

The little huts and bamboos tall .

-          Amrita Sarkar. 

Written on – 06/06/2003 ,

Published on – 06/05/2006 ,

Feelings ,The Assam Tribune .