many times
i have thrown stones
at the sky,
with no answer.
the stone returns.
many times
i hold the time,
transfixed within me,
but it slips away
and swims,
in the ocean of
timelessness of time,
many times i tried
to catch my youth,
but it smiled and giggled,
and stared at me.
ran far, far away,
never to return.
many times,
i dreamt,
to build a dream house,
which broke
by the fusion of my
greying age,
many a many times
i chose the path,
where i shall not return,
but at the end of the path,
i came back
again and again.
' Many times i tried to catch my youth but it giggled and giggled'..........We once held our youth in the palm of our hands not knowing what to do with it, thus we let it sleep away.........lovely poem Ritty...
bondage.....and non-bondage...both finely expressed in this poem. i completely agree with it. thank you ma'am.
Yes, our bondage and love makes it difficult to tread out in that 'path'! This made a famous poet from now Bangladesh, who settled in Calcutta before Independence to write, that he would love to be re-born again and again, to savor the fragrance, flvour and sight of his 'sonar Bangla'! He died in a road accident in Calcutta! 10! - Raj
its very very nice., ... i have a poem with the same name.. and i identify with ur emotions... great penning ritty... like alwaz.. superb poetry cheers and ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
' Many times i tried to catch my youth but it giggled and giggled'.............nice choice of words.Youth always giggles