The orange painted sky
That magnificent view daily different
The rich canvas viewed from building terrace
O memory its sweetness do not wipe
The cycle that I loved
That I learnt my cycling from
That built my muscles for life
Took me every road to school and home
That I would shine every Thursday afternoon
That cycle may I remember, always even if it never could
Those books and chess and football tests
The poetry recitations byheart
The days of life in old years gone by
This Life is made of trifles as school father said
O memories may these you always carry ahead
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