At times like these,
when thoughts are still,
I meditate and dream...
of things that are;
Life and laughter,
clouds upon a hill...
of people and places
far away,
beneath the same
red star.
I think about the
days long gone,
some faces I recall,
old friends and family too
are pictured in my mind
some I'll never see again,
but memories they
still install,
times of relatives and kin,
and love of persons
sweet and kind.
Times when values mattered
when morals spoke the truth,
I remember ties so strong
and love that was
forever,
it wasn't that long ago,
when I was called a youth,
it wasn't that far back,
when life was a rich
endeavor.
Now it's only times like these,
that my dreaming seems so real,
now it's only times like these,
my thoughts no one can steal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully done with a nice nostalgic touch! Thanks, roshni.