Going Back In Time Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

And I am going back
To my mother's womb
Behaving like an unborn,
Helpless and ignorant
My hands are not free
To open the closet where in
I have been a prisoner
I am showing signs of
A child in my behavior
As I go on welcoming
New dawn day by dawn
As the hair is turning white
I am feeling unable to
Feed myself
I can't watch closely
The changing colors
Of the earth and enjoy
The incessant beatings
Of wings of butterflies
It is time for me
To lay in bed and think
All about the wishes I had
But could not fulfill