Neela Nath


Desired Goal


We are going to old age,
we are now morose,
The sky is always solemn here,
every hour happiness goes.
If anyone offers me
to go back to my past,
I'll jump and hold my hand up
to be the passenger first.
The yellow ray of the sun
will ignite fire in me.
Enough I have seen
of my grown up days,
no more of it I want to see.
Lo! the elders of my neighborhood,
are peeing with smiling face.
We all will go for a hiking,
and enjoy making mess.
My grandpa will advise us
to stay calm without shout.
Roaming around the flowing
brook we'll try to catch trout.
No worries, no care of adulthood
then can catch our weary soul.
Oh! let's be back to our childhood,
and it's my desired goal.

Submitted: Saturday, May 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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I miss U my Childhood.

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  • Yasmeen Khan (7/3/2013 1:07:00 AM)

    Nostalgic, we all want to be children again but if we have a spirit like a child forever living in our heatrs, we experience the same thrill in our adult lives. (Report) Reply

  • Farah Ilyas (5/25/2013 12:24:00 PM)

    Wao what a thematic poem...returning back to childhood seems to be a childish desire, if anyone has right to do so then majority of us want to do so, but i don't want to go back, i don't want to face all that troubled years...hope your innocent desire comes true in dream: -) haha (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (5/20/2013 6:18:00 PM)

    To step back is a sign of a troubled adulthood. And yes you have seen much more than most. But returning to an age of innocense is a cry of defeat. Maybe you have lost so much you feel surrender is all that's left.
    Your soul has been depleted, robbed, debased... but is no reason to admit defeat.
    Not as long as there is a ray of light in your eyes,
    Not as long as there is breath in your lungs,
    Not as long as prayers grace your lips (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (5/20/2013 8:17:00 AM)

    A good poem Hari, I would love to go back in my past to correct a few mistakes. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (5/20/2013 7:25:00 AM)

    A strong desire to retrace our steps and go back to the point from which we started! ! A desire so rampant in everyone, especially for those in the evening of their lives! ! Often I am plagued by this desire! ! (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/19/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    Good poem...i miss that phase too but certainly i dont want to go back as i cant work hard to pass all those horrible school exams... salute to childhood...from the distance! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/18/2013 9:45:00 PM)

    lovely poem about the drooping life or say dusky and desire to be a child, an innocent creature/child mirth is the worth (Report) Reply

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