Then I just stepped into my robust twenties
With colors on my wings and vigor in mind,
Filled with a winning zeal with lots of dreams.
Riding an wild horse being intoxicated with power and speed.
Innumerable dreams were then brewing in mind.
Love and emotions were there being so tumultuous, frenzy.
Aaah' … my those hypnotic colorful days
When I was in my lovely vibrant twenties …
Is there anyone who can give me back those cheerful days,
In lieu of everything what I do have! !
In noway, I can erase those glittering buoyant days
When I was in my lovely vibrant twenties …
======================
Amitava (7.7.2015) 7-30 am
YES! That's it exactly - in our twenties we have survived adolescence with its doubts and clumsiness, we may have gone to college and are enriched by knowledge and the confidence that brings, and of course we may have started a career or at least a job with responsibilities. All of these things add up to a new sense of identity, but it's that feeling of vibrancy that makes our twenties so v-e-r-y special, that boundless energy that seems to generate itself, even as we expend it, it recharges, it's always there - VROOOM! Now, in one's sixties, - no let's not talk about that, just coast for a while on memories of MY VIBRANT TWENTIES.
More or less in sleep where we go the passion and drive and the truth of love that only we know in our golden years that we grew from.. iip
A lovely poem. Whosoever reads this poem will obviously recall his twentieth year and pray for its return but unfortunately no one can give it back. The only thing is to read this poem again and again and recollect the memories.Added the poem to my poemlist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! The Twenties! There could never be a time like that of a youthful energy.