Yesterday
we painted
hop scotch
on the sidewalk
Now it's painted
on the sidewalk
of my heart.
To me it seems as a memory of an act of childhood, an innocent lovely game that could not be forgotten, due to some very special reason, may be due to a love affair initiated in those games or because the game is now played by one's children. Such likings have a deep root.
this is your first post on 8/8 /2010 here along with your other four poems, i am glad to comment first..on a poem which is too romantic and soft..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful short poem with long memories. Loved it. Also appreciate the comment of poet Akhtar Jawad- very nicely said!