Electric Life Poem by Jahan Zeb

....a white hair in my hair....wonderful & simple way of showing transition phase in life....... a commonly-shared experience is described in the poem... I love recalling carefree days i love recalling joys i still recall my pretty past i still recall my toys... .........thank you.....

age and time the relentless vectors, tucked under the reapers arm. nostalgia nor naivete shall deter him... a quaint floater into 'those' realms... nice write...liked it

I think we would all like to capture a glimpse of our lost youth - good write.

a boy's childhood in a suburban world, lost through age and aging remembered.

oh sir what a remarkable piece i am in awe yes we all like to grow when we are little cause parents don't listen us say we are to small to think of it no one takes us seriously but when we are grown we do miss those silliness and how naive and sweet the memory were it is incredible your poem is incredible, thank you for sharing, love payal

another excellent poem, , ,

read somewhere that ifyou have not grown up by fifty, you dont have to! But seriously, i did like this poem and dont we all wish we could be young and carefree again! I like the way it end with fond memories.

Excellent poem. :) Aditi

A really fantastic poem, really like it.

MAy people have lost their youth and wantto revisit the past. They can do this through your poem. Great job!