A faint light
of memory
sometimes
brings back
a mysterious passage
to childhood days
sometimes feel me not
sometimes feel it another world
another me of another planet
moving fast
to catch a cool sun
most like a white plate
hangs near my reach
faint but not dream
a trance of
keeping track
to our origin...!
Pranab k c
29/09/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem