<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Treasure of Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At will, I dig into that treasure of memories<br>Built at home till my early twenties…<br>Cycling to school at eight in the dense fog, <br>Wearing a short skirt and a maroon knitted top.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I guess all the exercise warmed me up, <br>Wore no stockings, scarf, cap or gloves.<br>Bare headed, hair flying in the air<br>We raced with gusto, had no care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rushed home and hurriedly ate snacks, <br>With the school bag still on my back.<br>Before I knew, my friends would call, <br>And I would run out to play basket ball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wildly chase each other and plot and scheme, <br>Daring the boys to play with an all girls team.<br>In summer vacations, we were up on the trees, <br>Neighbours would call us a bunch of monkeys.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or aim at unripe mangoes with one eye closed<br>While the gardener took his siesta and dozed…<br>Oh, what fun it was to plunder and steal<br>And later bite into it after rubbing salt on peal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wistfully, I think of children in sky scrapers, <br>Do they miss open spaces and wonders of nature…?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451453" data-title="A Treasure of Memories de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="At will, I dig into that treasure of memories Built at home till my early twenties… Cycling to school at eight in the dense fog, Wearing a short skirt and a maroon knitted top. I guess all the exercise warmed me up, Wore no stockings, scarf, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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