Retracing My Footsteps Poem by Valsa George
Retracing My Footsteps
I want to go back to my past
When tame pigeons of joy nested on my eaves
And I could hear their crooning
With the sweetness of love outpouring
I want to go back to my past
When innocent instincts ruled my heart
And I ran after every call from the woods or bush
Mesmerized by the whistles of the oriole and the thrush
I want to go back to my past
When every rainbow and every peacock feather
Ignited curiosity in me as a child
And coloured my imagination wild
I want to go back to my past
When, with friends, I sat in the mango grove
And savoured the ripe juicy mangoes
Careful not to let the pulp drip down our mouths
I want to go back to my past
When we strolled along the sandy strands
Watching the wild waves' fray
And cooled by the kiss of spray
I want to go back to my past
When we had watched at night
A hundred fireflies dancing around the *neem
Wondering if they were stars fallen from heaven’s seam
I want to go back to my past
When, like breeze, we ran over the meadows
Looking for the bleating lamb
Singing in chorus, ‘Mary had a little lamb’
I want to go back to my past
When life appears a trying test
With ‘the slings and arrows of an outrageous fortune’
And when I feel so desperately alone!
I travelled back to my past and could easily identify with your wishes..... beautifully captured feelings of nostalgia.. thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem.
Hi Valsa, with these words you brought us back to your past, and I'm sure yourself too. And even in the now of the present, the trying tests and the slings and arrows still arrive but we see and understand them in a new light and are more capable of dealing with them and in mitigating any traces of aloneness. Great write! Cheers!
I share with you this deep longing for the past and wish I could express these longings as poignantly beautifully as you.. Sometimes in our dreams we can revisit that glorious time. This is beautiful and sort of choked me up
Thank you Valsaji for sharing this beauty of poem, for it brings back to memory, the attractions of childhood fading out visions. Thank you once again
So many good memories of your childhood days, I can relate to the paragraph which talks about fireflies around neem tree, In my childhood days once we were passing thorough jungle in northen India boarding a narrow gauge train and I saw many fireflies aroung one tree, It was magical, as if I was in fairyland.
its so so beautiful to revive those moments of our days when we were like butterflies...............yes we all wish to bring back those moments....
This lovely write reminiscing about the past brings back to me so many good memories. I couldn't help but smile when you bought back some of those things that I could reflect on. I may not live them again but I can think and ponder about those beautiful moments. Thanks for the memories.
Some parts of my childhood I'd rather forget other thoughts I look back with a smile, it's better to hold on to those lovely thoughts. Lovely... thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 3:47:03 AM # 1.0.0
I think everyone of us here would like to go back to dwell in our past, as tough times are awaiting ahead...life is and was never easy at any stage: -) a gud write Mam