Do they call me again.........?
Can we turn the wheels of time back......
To compensate for all those wasted years
God whispered poetry into my ears
But words are elusive, leaving me to chase the echo.......
Childhood innocence crept into girlhood
Rambled on the hills and valleys-aimlessly
A life full of dreams and fantasy
Did not drown myself into the flowing life
To collect the gems and pearls of its richness
The morning dew drops did not reflect
the secrets of the night
The chilly breeze did not repeat
the cuckoo’s song
The flowing streams did not murmur
the mirth of life
The silvery moonlight did not brighten
the thorny path of life
The tinkling of the anklets merged with the
chirping of birds
Spring decorated her doors with flowers
And butterflies to suck the warmth of life
I turned away, the flowers faded
And the butterflies to other flowers
I locked my life with the key of philosophy
Hardened my mind to keep away the youthful passions
Love remained only in the sky with the rainbow...
Hesitating to stoop down to me
Lonely, I stand here alone.....
On the endless path of life
Do they call me again.....
The flowers flowing in the wind,
.........and the butterflies
I locked my life with the key of philosophy Hardened my mind to keep away the youthful passions beautiful philosophy ah ah aha
Lonely, I stand here alone..... On the endless path of life Do they call me again.... we all are waiting and we all are wait listed a beautiful write.
A beautiful flow of words. Very true said, many times we feel we are chasing the past especially if any sweet memories we had. We feel once again to flow back. At the present as you said we just kept ourselves locked to philosophy... I loved reading it. A beautiful poem Prasanna!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I locked my life with the key of philosophy Hardened my mind to keep away the youthful passions Love remained only in the sky with the rainbow... In these lines, you voice a sense of deep regret over the years wasted.... Love remained far away, an intangible mirage! Instead of regreting over what is gone, try to enjoy what is within grasp....! The concluding lines are beautiful!