Let Me Go Back To My Golden Era Poem by swatee sripada

Let me go back to my golden era

where I had hidden gems and jewels

where every word was a song

dancing on the red carpet of my heart

Every letter - be it math, science or history

Moulded as a poem in my mind,

Moved silently from my note book to answer paper

Sneaking past from the searching looks.



When I designed my world with love and care,

my aggressiveness was transformed

to peace, soulfulness and fragility

making me a delicate frame of sensitive deity.



Into that world where I can see my reflection,

where I can hear the echoes of my whisper,

to that paradise of my childhood,

the land of peace, let me go back.



Let me go back

to cast away my inhibitions

to break the tethers of submission

to come out of the pit of ignorance

to reflect the world in me and me as the world.

Let me go back to that bliss.