NOSTALGIA
I Went Home And Searched
But I Found No Grey Hairs
I Looked In The Back-yard
But They Have Thrown Away The Old Ways
And The Yam Barns Have Disappeard
I Waited For Days
But The Towncrier Did Not Come
I Looked Above The Fire-Place
But The Maize Were All Gone
The Road To The Stream Have All Been Sold
The Tracks To The Farm Have Not Been Cleared
I Yearned For The Sound Of My Roots
All I Heard Was The Cars And Its Hoots
The Sweet Songs Of The Birds
Have All Been Drowned
By The Noise Of The Jets.
How I Miss To Hear,
The Voice Of The Children,
As They Play With The Earth
And How I Used To Wake,
To The Sound Of The Train.
Well conceived and nicely brought forth from the heart. Highly relatable. Thanks for sharing Obi and welcome to the forum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Obi Ogbuehi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.