The flow of fresh water
Down the mountain
Like sprinkles from a fountain
Makes clouds of tiny drops
Spreading like shawl
Over the blades of crops
Cools the air in warm
Fevered brain gets calm
Form fork of rivers
The surface of its water
Reflection of our dream
Reminds me of race
Of childhood mimic fleets
Threw them
Ran with them
Cheering shouting, clapping
Swim fast.
Till it reached a whirl
Made them wet
Engulfed them
And were gone
And the one
Fought the waves hard. Won.
Our childhood innocent memories
Swim on the surface
Laughs loud
Echo with the sound of waves
Rebirth of our playful Youth.
...........................you must be thinking what this is well this is me speechless
takes me back to childhood, teenage years and adulthood! ! Happiness has no age! ! ! Very well written! ! ! Love it! !
In the whirl of time's current, most of our memories get drowned! What swims to the shore is our childhood memories and they remain with us ever! This I think will be a deeper interpretation of the poem! A beautiful poem!
You know, it's like i am having the same memories too when i read this, this poem absorbed me into you own past memory scene hahaha...what a beautiful poem..really it is a good and well written! loved it_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very uterine and nurturing this landscape! To the nature that surrounds it, to the villages it serves, and it entertained like a perceptive parent, encouraging imagination! How lovely that you reminiss With this vivid poem! Good one!