I Like to remain in the childhood I left
I Like to hear those lullabies from mother’s lap
I Like to float in the abundant blue sky
I Like to stay in wood, listening to whistling pine
I Like to play with the colors in canvas,
I Like to walk through a lush green meadow on a hill
I Like to sing smile and listening my own heart
I Like to listen to Beethoven, Mozart
I Like to be drenched in love with my sweet heart
I Like to respond to her fervent gesture
I Like to weave a magic–net in the dream
I Like to have a picturesque love – nest
I Like to be free from any pain and agony
I Like to see this earth to be very kind and friendly
I Like to see this globe with brotherhood
I Like to be all of us … so glad and graceful
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Amitava
We all like to have many such things! But will life grant them all? Many of our wishes are rosy dreams....! Any way it is better to wish and dream than not to dream at all! ! Beautiful whims! !
A lovely write of things that are liked. Your wishes for the good things in life are evident in your poem. Very uplifting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, Amitava. I too, love having all good things in life, if not for being human, maybe I would have them. Love the feelings the rhythm of this poem give to me. Great one again! RoseAnn