Oh Child Hood! How Beautiful Were Thee!
Like a silver glittering in the rainy cloud I see.
We flew to the unknown heights on your feathers,
Touched the resplendent warm rays when gathered.
You passed me by, as a sudden flicker of light,
While I was making my life, you were gone out of sight.
And you took with you, my innocence and fair conscience,
Lending me instead, the cruel experiences and worldly nonsense.
I kept searching for you, in every human and child.
but you were hidden all along inside in me as a riel’
I felt your presence in my heart now though often,
which makes my hardened stanch on life soften.
Many of us call and recall childhood as you do in this your apostrophe to what George Eliot calls the Golden gates of childhood! ! ! a good poem! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very, very good poem, really enjoyed it.