1
Today, I could add a beautiful day
to the treasure of my sweet memories;
I visited again my LP School;
So lovely, so lively, so cuddlesome
are my primary school ambience here;
2
The walls of my high school, made of black stones,
opened before me their nostalgic zones
on the second day of the month of June;
Behind the walls, there are sweet memories
decorated with the golden festoons
Life sometimes reaches a sudden impasse,
all directions then seem to be mazes
one wrong step may divert to a great fall;
Let me sit down under this cool shadow
for few minutes to pacify my mind
and puzzle out such mazes, if any.
(Composed with 10-syllable lines)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, nostalgic. My sweet memories of my days in the LP school are still live. And my first teacher Ayisha Teacher. She left this world years back. Her son who was junior to me in the school, is close friend.
Thanks a lot for your words of appreciation, dear poet friend.