Badly miss
Badly miss the days that
Sun was sun
Moon was moon
And sky was dressed with stars
So many
We saw path to Mecca
Later named Milky Way!
Badly miss the mornings
Sheep and goats were going
To herd and go to feed
With shepherd,
They returned evenings
Sped, ran and raised dust
In sunset's horizon.
Badly miss the bushes
Filled with wool and mohair
Of the sheep, and the goats
Near where the snakes left skin.
Badly miss being in saddle bag
Other side dad's cargo, or a lamb!
Badly miss walking with
No shoes and dirty feet!
Badly miss my childhood
In village, no asphalt, no bricks
Just mud and some adobes,
On the roofs mud-and-hay
Called: "Kahgel"
Badly miss my village
Those mountains, fresh air…
Want grave in that land
If by chance remained same …
But photos in pixels
Internet; full-colour
Tell me to not dream! ! !
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Thank you! Wow, I can feel this brilliant poem deeply, how very true, everything was different, only a few decades ago, incredible to see how much our world changed, and how those wonderful non asphalted places are on extinction verge... I try to take my shoes off wherever I can find some grassy land, but no experience will equal those of a childhood time...
Dear Elena, Please do forgive me for being late to read your comment and its belated reply. I am, as told another colleague, too busy with daily life and have become ignorant to many of the mails that I receive...thanks once again. Nassy