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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