Many a thing he saw seemed new,
Each leaf filled with fresh new wonder,
Every cloud an envoy of rain,
This new world sure made him ponder.
Commonplace seemed far from mundane,
But filled him with untold new joy,
To wish, he were a child again,
Again a wide-eyed little boy!
And sure wide-eyed he was of late,
Not so old that ages and dies,
World beautiful looked once again,
Are these the same or renewed eyes?
If only life's beauties we see,
But we look, just, no more to see.
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Musings | 15.03.2017 |
A wonderful poem. As we grow older, our perception and appreciation of the things surrounding us differ. A wonderful and insightful poem beautifully crafted and well executed.
Yes, Rose Marie, there's so much beauty in life and nature we tend to take for granted, or we look at them but not see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem with great message Sir....usually we don't see the beauty of life and have the tendency of complaining but we value it when we realise that we don't have any more time....
Yes, there is so much joy and bliss around us, if only we care to see and appreciate. Thank you Abhipsa Panda.