i want to go back to my childhood
where my father was my only hero
the best caress belonged to my mother
my only apogee acme was shoulders of my father
my only enemies were my brothers and sisters
and my only pain was my injured knee
not a broken heart like these days
i used to play simple sports like soccer
with my sincere and sinless friends
but now we must play quack and fake roles
for our new tartufe and pharisee casual ones.
and my only pain was my injured knee not a broken heart like these days........... So very true! I love these lines! A very realistic picture you have drawn of your childhood... Childhood is a time when we often cry over our injured limbs... Then we never knew the aches of an wounded heart! It was a time when when we had no enemies, but the sibling jealousy made us see our brothers and sisters as rivals...! You have an innate flair for writing... With practise, you can grow into a real promise... Best of luck Amir!
childhood is the beautiful days of life which will never b back.A beautiful poem
childhood is the beautiful days of life which will never b back.A beautiful poem
Your feelings are so good. try to develop your metaphor and keep writing. you have real poetic nature. day by day it will be better.. keep penning and ponder my dear bro Amir Mohammad...
Yes Amir, no matter how tough and difficult a childhood has been, we will always remember it as the best part of our life. Great poem, very eloquently composed. Ingeborg von Finsterwalde
A comparative poem distinguishing the childhood and adulthood.Loved reading the poem
I can identify with you. Revisiting my childhoods a favorite pastime. It gives such joy an assurance, especially in these times. A peaceful, nostalgic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though I do not miss my childhood Amir, I still feel the longing in this writing. Beautifully expressed :)