Those days of my teen years!
Remind me of a sweet name,
That I used to write in the air,
In deep devotion, with my finger.
When I wrote that name, I would
Hardly mark if anyone saw me do
This aerial exercise. When caught,
I would quickly put my hands down.
Keen onlookers used to ask me,
What was it that I wrote in the air?
I was solving a complex maths problem,
I used to reply with a semblance of innocence.
So many names I've since then known,
Not one figured in my finger like that.
Now I am long past those years, Still I sign
That name in the air or secretly in my pocket!
Dhaka
15 March 2014
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I used to write the name of who I adored, (at that time) , as a young infatuated schoolgirl, with a Fourth Of July sparkler....Their name in fiery glow, dancing in the night air, leaving red hot trails of hope....before eventually the burnt embers sizzles and vanished.....Applause to your aerial announcement..magnificently stirring long tucked away memories. PEACE
'Applause to your aerial announcement..magnificently stirring long tucked away memories' - indeed, a lot of thanks for such a nice appreciation, and for sharing your own thoughts and experience, @Susan Lacovara. Much inspired by your comment.
Enjoyed your aerial exercise! To what all futile adventures we have been through in our boisterous teens....! ! Keen onlookers used to ask me, What was it that I wrote in the air? I was solving a complex maths problem, I used to reply with a semblance of innocence..... Enjoyed this part the most.... The more virulent ones have more of such sweet memories to treasure and recollect! !
@ Valsa George, Thanks for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. I am greatly inspired when you comment on my poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@ Valsa George, Thanks for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. I am greatly inspired when you comment on my poem.