When the past started playing its anthem inside my mind
i could feel it back as if it was yesterday
and i felt that pain inside
when i realized that yesterday did pass away.
i remembered when i was a child
when everything was innocent and pure
when peace was always there
and no man could abhor.
it took me a while to compare the present to the past
but it was so hard to bear
that innocent past couldn't last.
i really miss that old world
where no masks on faces
no lies and no fake smiles
where everything has its own warmth.
it's the past anthem plays inside our minds
can't stop as it wants its brightness back
where the glory of everything on earth was
and hearts weren't black.
Mona Ali(MMA) © 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thing of beauty is a joy forever: and your poem is also a beauty..