Where have those days gone?
Those days of ecstasy
When the wind had melody
And the trees had chirpings.
Those trees still seem to call me
They call me in a world left barricaded
Those voices echo in my ears
They leave me deaf at times.
That stone is still on my mind
Over which we had fought for the first time
Still remember that cliff and grass
Used to stand there till fifth class.
I always knew things would change
But never thought they would disappear
No road remained, no memory has changed
Can't figure out what has brought this change.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem