Many years after
We meet today,
You remember me still,
We were little kids then,
Naughty as we could be
We generated our own
Tease and quarrels
Always clamouring for more,
We ran and chased shadows,
Searched each nook and corner
Hugged and grappled,
And blamed each other,
Smilingly.
The more those blames were
Drowned by our anger and laugh
More loudly we yelled and screamed,
And then on the velvet green grass,
We threw ourselves in each other's arms,
To cuddle and tire
Locked our eyes to sleep,
With your plait softly held in my fist
And your palm resting on my blushed cheek
That was the love
Of the most innocent kind,
Those days were heavenly,
Free from care
I see you now
Grey-haired and bent
I too am old
Wrinkled and bald
I only wait for the sun,
To finally set.
I hear
The sound of the distant drums,
Their beat, fading fast.
It's always good to have once own love for life. But only few are privileged. Initial romantic moments sustain stress and strain of life's bussiness so very important of love in every one's life. Thank-you sir for penning these all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clamoring for more and more, this is the world