The other day, I was dusting my rarely-cleaned room
Whose pathetic condition requires more than just a broom
I looked at all my memorabilia, trying to trace my life’s graph
When suddenly, I came across an old photograph
It was of a younger, rudimentary version of me
The waist was bulging, the cheeks were chubby
And there was a look of innocence on the round face
Which, it seemed, was ill-suited for life’s fierce race
I gave a wry, all-knowing smile to the faded snapshot
And reminded myself that it was only a dot
In the zigzag line of life, with alternating joy and sorrow
But it would not matter, as I prepare for the life of tomorrow
I suddenly realized that I’d come a long way
From being the shy child, who never had anything to say
Now I’m more confident, and not so scared of life’s obstacles
Sometimes I’ll face success, and at other times, debacles
Life has given me a crash course in hard knocks
Weaklings never survive, so I’ve had to pull up my socks
And in our heads, there’s a lesson life always tries to fit
Whether one wins or loses, one should never quit
quite nostalgic... 'I suddenly realized.........never quit' fantastic paras...wonderful! Childhood is always memorable: -)
hey too good.......'Life has given me a crash course in hard knocks Weaklings never survive, so I’ve had to pull up my socks'..........best line and very true...an individual's nature keeps on changing, he is never the same he was during his childhood........
Memoirs of the youth always reminds us how innocent and fragile we were once, but as we grow mature we learn from our mistakes! A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.... u needn't enlist in the race, and by the bye, ur waist still bulges! ! ! ! This poem quite pointedly puts forth an intrinsic vulnerability rooted deep within... so looking beyond that sheath of nostalgia, i quite perceive the effort to... breathe again...