Innocence hath lost
Now youth withdraws,
And rude and hoarse maturity
Loosing its spell of sensible fog;
Come on-
O thou warm-hearted fellow
I crave, I yearn for thy frenzy romance;
O Youth! O Youth! O Youth!
I see thee still
But `tis thy back-
Thy all withdrawing frenzy.
Come on-
O my sweetheart beloved fellow
I call thee back, I long thee back
I earnestly yearn thy blessing company
I cry for thee, I crave for thee
I call for thee from my heart`s intense purity.
O my friends! My youth companions!
Lo!
Look inside and feel thy heart
O this maturity!
`Tis what monotony!
Own-ness crubles, friendship decays
And mean gravity-
Streaching its claws
To prey upon our youthful frenzy,
To feast upon our joys and freedom.
And thy earnest and haughty person
Leads steadily to the deserted horizon.
Great poem that awake a great sense within...keep it up Vivek_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great. Thanks for sharing.