Will things ever remain,
stay always the same,
if we go back again?
Rather keep in memories halls
those trees, rooms and sturdy walls
the way things were, as I recall.
Will they all be there now?
Can't tell, I'll never know.
So now I won't ever go.
I write about my early years as I recall them. Going back to those places would impinge upon my memories as they are now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem....appreciable...10 not stationery Let us move ahead And read Message in between There shall not remain miserable condition