Falling down...down... down,
I can still hear the mocking tones..
of laughter of the young ones
Know not they, one day too
would meet fate similar!
Gliding.. down..down...
Light and empty
Recalling my days
of frolicking and trifling!
Severed from the cord of bond
to meet my doom-now clear
Thrown down from my perch high up
with my burden of sealed truths...
A forced bystander sometimes,
A light -hearted lover at times,
Drenched in tears sometimes,
Tingled with laughter at times...
I have borne it all...
Now relieved to be free...
to kiss my piece of earth
To merge into the soil of my origin!
the special love for the soil by you is praiseworthy.....there is no place like home.....lovely lines by you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is but natural that every one strives to return to the soil of one's origin right from the beginning of the second innings of life. A meaningful and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.