The dusty lanes don a look black
A plush halogen hangs and flowers lack
No longer I smell the earth
Or feel the grass and dust
As the sky wore a new crown
The high rises and sky scrapers look down
No longer I see a kite falling from the sky
Or a kite runner run like a fly.
I can’t make my bike vroom
As the speeding cars zoom
No longer I see the green lawns
Ruffled hair and scraps of chiffon
It seems my ground went poof
Where I hit the ball which broke the roof
No longer I see my own ground
When as kings we ruled around.
Where did the moon hide and stars go
Nor the clouds hanging low
No longer di I feel the wind blow
Or see the fireflies glow
What all you have faced
Seen much from those crazed days
Playfulness seems a tale of old
The innocence seems running cold
How much the things changed
Now I know why I feel dazed
I don’t speak to people anymore
All is distanced as waves from shore
You now seem like a strange place
As I keep running a wild goose chase
I bet you miss those days
In your memories too it’s there as haze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked your poem blossom. All things change sometimes not for the good. Keep on writing and expressing yourself.