How well I remember..
those steps where innocence had played many pranks...
How well I remember...
those classrooms where childhood had painted the walls with bright colours
How well I remember...
those fights for seats on last bench -the origin of many crazy and spooky ideas
How well I remember...
those literature classes where pin drop silence was required to travel to the world of fiction and poetry..
How well I remember...
those struggles for getting the Same answers when maths problems were repeated....
How well I remember...
those days of sprinting and jumping for those medals-
now nostalgic showpieces.
How well I remember...
those sly readings of forbidden comics hidden
in the desk drawers.
How well I realise the futility of searching
for those colours of childhood freedoms
lost somewhere in the journey
never to regain; never to relive.
How well I realise now
the love and effort of those social builders..
Perhaps they have inspired my unconscious consciousness
to follow their path...like a shadow...in their illuminance.....
A lovely nostalgic poem - Jayasree, reminding me of my early school days where you took me with the flow of your poem. Thanks for sharing.
Marvellous speculation. You have realised the nostalgia is enough. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing. .....10
brilliant poem, Jaishree! Nostalgia is pleasant, but only when you realize that even though you cannot go back, that those experiences made you who you are now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true words reminding me of so many things in school also, when younger. All kinds of emotions were brought forth in your poem, I enjoyed it immensely! Thank you so much for the memories. RoseAnn