Language and voice of the souls-
From a harsh reality of modern-day living
Love for poetry and craft taking the shape
Touching love for nature, plant and trees.
Readers and writers assimilating thoughts
Not so easy to articulate mixed-feelings
Pretty much spent student-hood reading and writing-
Childhood dreaming, basking in the winter sun.
Glory of beauty in warmth of school and home
Books being dreams, holding sharp thoughts
In the hands with a choice forming visions
Laughing out loud in a lovely company-
Getting emotionally strong, back after long.
All in good humour, in one's Alma mater
Not often does one get a chance-
And when one does
It's a roller-coaster of memories catching up.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2018
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem