Nostalgia Poem by Ravi Kopra

Was nostalgic to places I grew up.
Moved away from them
one by one scores of times.
They were fixed in my memories
like scenes in movies.
They formed the background
the landscape of my life
for those times.

I visited some of them
years later. Many I could
hardly recognize, transformed
completely. No trace of what they were
when I was there growing up.

And some resembled to what I had in memory
but were in absolute decay, fully dilapidated.

I looked at the places and looked at myself.
Am I the same what I was then?
I changed, the places changed
I am with the world, so are the places.

My desire to be in the past evaporated.
A burden lifted.
Old places had held me a prisoner to be back in time.
After visiting them, I grew new wings and left the old nests
houses, buildings, people, places and soared high in the sky- free
and never suffered from saudades.