When someone gives instances
Of his restricting father,
When an elderly yells at
unwanted laughter,
I don't remember you.
I never like reminiscing those
moments that made me what I am.
I don't miss the affection
that empowered me to stand,
hence, I don't remember you.
People say you are in me.
My tears reply as a dry river.
I and dear loneliness
try to gaze at the blue blanket together,
but...I don't remember you.
May be life's heydays
or a gloomy glance
My heart aches for the priceless
sight at least once.
But...I don't remember you.
An insightful train of thought elegantly brought forth from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you dear Chinedu Dike...