As the youngest spread
Wings in the literal sense
And waved both hands
After clearing the security check,
We both waved back and sighed
And evaded looking in the other’s eyes.
Then I quietly slipped my hand
In his arm, and pushed my brand
New bag on wheels towards
The domestic departure lounge.
To catch our flight to Goa, the land
Of magic, beaches and sand.
To get reacquainted all over once again,
And a new journey of new possibilities began.
As the youngest spread Wings in the literal sense_love these lines.Nice poem.A full 10+
Ah! ! ! Nothing like the empty nest feeling and the peace and quiet that goes with it untill they come home again.Enjoy it while you can.I think I had 23 minutes and 2 seconds before mine returned. Along with the empty nest syndrom we parents are subject to the boomerang effect.Nice poem brought back those memories.
its so sweet.... especially the opening lines n then gradually u ending it... sense of freedom once again.... lovely...
This poem sounds so special...to be remembered..it may help me sometime....
hmm interesting. keep growing. lots of love. abhimanyu kumar.s
Life is a journey not a destination that's why every stage of life we should spend merrily not with tears. Good piece of work
Very touching. Strength for your new journey, my friend. And many blessings. Kind regards, Sandra
Life: A journey from loneliness Through loneliness To loneliness... This is the sublime reality... Dear Mamtaji Everything is periferal Except pain... You told it with wonderful lines Piecrcing heart and soul *10*
Mamta, the opening lines on the first stanza embrace you to read on. A beautiful poem from a masterly pen. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the youngest spread wings of love and waved both hands. Why should we say in literal sense? After all you are painting a scene with pen. Very good expression dear mamta.