Nonsense tales told in the dark
Unfold worlds of wonder
in the little mind
Lying beside me
The passage of the years reveals
the tales for what they are:
Nostalgic perhaps bit still nonsense
What about the wonder
they awoke all those years ago?
The little mind is now all grown up,
a bright young woman
with a mind of her own
Does any of that wonder remain?
Who can say where it went,
or if it still abides
in the misty reaches
of her memory,
or mine?
But I have seen its footsteps
in the half remembered light
of other minds, and heard its rumours
in the words of other voices.
And I search endlessly
for the paths
where fancy reaches truth and
walks abroad, fully awakened.
Simple nice poem, And I search endlessly for the paths where fancy reaches truth and walks abroad, fully awakened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightful train of thought, well articulated and nicely penned in poetic diction with conviction. A good poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Prakash. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Hi thank you for your comment. I read your poem on Mandela and commented on it. Thank you for sharing it