Denny M.X. (3.6.1983 / Chalakudy\Kerala\India)
Poems by Denny M.X. : 1 / 14
a child speaks...
being lost in childhood
is nothing
but meditation
often in serene atmosphere
i tune my nostrils
to absorb
the lost fragrance of childhood
and the ears
to hear
the lost voices of childhood
and memories...
where i lived with nameless grass
nameless plants...
and their nameless Flowers...
nameless colours...
i played with ants
and nameless insects...
nameless butterflies...
i lived in shrubs
as if in a wild forest
without name
without words
a child speaks...
Denny M.X.
Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011
Poems by Denny M.X. : 1 / 14
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lost childhood is certainly and issue, but not the end of life. go ahead.very nice poem.posted 10
surya
Sweet remembrances and lost sensitivty - beautifully worded.
How simple life was when we were children... at times, tramatizing, but when I think of comfort, I am small, and my mother and father are there to protect me...
Thanks for takng me back with this poem, especially with the ants!
Lee