If I be what I am and be e’er so,
My care’s concerns retiring sans ado,
Like wayward memories awashed by wild
Waves, wipe out can I life’s whispering woes,
Be oblivious of all, a new-born child,
And be not what I’m not, care nor a cause.
If I can toss guilty dreams like teen love—
Cherished a little while, and onward move
On to destinations of dreams anew,
And can treat my sordid shadows in scorn,
Letting them chase a while, and lose sans clue,
Like night-old cares dying by early morn.
If so, let vast shiploads of my grey dreams
Wrack in stormy seas, on rocks as wild streams,
To be flotsam to drift to unknown lands;
Let me re-live my fond childhood backwards—
Amid raw nature, lonely stars as friends,
And live as if there’s no care in all worlds.
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- Musings | 03.12.08 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like wayward Memories! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Again an old poem, thanks for the 'first' comments, dear EKL