In that corner of the room
Behind the curtains of the room
Lives a small part of me,
Lives a younger me
The infant that i once was
The infant that became me
Resides in this room
As memories of sorrow and glee
Every tear that stained
Every smile that was made
Resides in this room
Where i once joyfully played
I remember only
Two spent days
One where i left for greed
And one when the child in me stays.
The instant i left
The comforts of this room
The adult in me selfishly rejoiced
While my younger self drowned in doom
The day i returned
Was a day of discovery
Of not the new
But the old, joyous younger me.
Memories! ! ! There is always a past! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A refined poetic imagination, Maguna Lokark. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful introspective piece of poetry written from the hearth. Thanks for sharing, Lokark.