I remember

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I remember ...

My mother loved me, her world.

My father loved me, his dream.

My home loved me, its “supreme”.

I remember ...

I prayed with the blooming dawn,

I played with the glowing sun.

My life, the nectar-fun.

I remember ...

I sang with the twinkling stars,

I danced with the floating moon.

All lost, alas, too soon.

I remember, I remember, I remember.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Gopal's eternal brother and other stories for children, Agni Press, 1974
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