The Old Album Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

The Old Album

Rating: 5.0


Sometimes, I travel time
Through my old dusty album
Scanning the images black and white
Of fine old world charm

How come there were so many trees
Flat single storied houses
The roofs were so near to ground
And the sky at touching distance!

Everything was so right
Like sweet well made porridge
Happy faces, tousled hair
Careless jaunty poses

Hands thrown round each other's back
Plans for the next adventure
Dusty feet and crumpled clothes
Held the band together

Childhood, a gift of God
When blessed with good parents
When care and love was abundant
And given without asking

Monday, November 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 30 November 2019

Sometimes, I travel time Through my old dusty album Scanning the images black and white Of fine old world charm- - - - - - - - this is a magnificent beginning as in WoW! ! ! ! ! yes, a family album does indeed make us " travel time" which is an extraordinary way to express this! ! ! ! ! 10++++++ for this gorgeous piece of writing

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Ruta Mohapatra 01 December 2019

Thank you, Susan, for the generous praise!

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