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,My Flute, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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