I remember
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.
Sri Chinmoy, Gopal's eternal brother and other stories for children, Agni Press, 1974