The Way Farer Poem by Ravi Panamanna
The Way Farer
Every festive season
He arrived with his toys and balloons.
For so many decades
He had been a common appearance.
Right through my years
He was seen in the same corner.
Right through the umpteen seasons
He had gone into my very horizon.
When the days were hot,
He would arrive with his lot.
When the festival was naught,
He would move to another spot.
It was indeed a sanguine world,
It was indeed a dancing world.
To us tiny tots
That was a pageantry of life.
With his balls and toys,
With eagerly looking little eyes,
My childhood hath laughed with him,
My boyhood hath grown with him.
Now my children enjoy the winds,
They wait for his arrival from the distant woods.
Every season the way farer appears and disappears,
He leaves a lingering trail behind.
But for the past few seasons
He is not seen around.
Is he lying ill?
Or hath he crossed the last hill?
The festival is now over,
The way farer is now gone.
Where are those toys and balloons now? -
Deeply buried in the garden of life.
15/11/2000
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The festival is now over, The way farer is now gone. Where are those toys and balloons now? - Deeply buried in the garden of life. It is always great to read or write about childhood menories. I am a bit nostalgic and love such writings. We all are way farers and will be gone one day but our memories will continue to live in someone's heart and mind. Thanks for sharing your sweet memories, Ravi..............10/10. Regards Naseer
it is indeed a blessings that one is able to remember their chilhood activities so clearly and with passion. your affection and concern for the vendor is remarkable. i enjoyed reading this poe.thanx for sharing. voted10 surya
A great description of someone who made life so much happier for children and it has certainly lingered in your memory. I enjoyed reading down and discovering what happened and it is a loss when that someone fades away. Well done! 10 Karin Anderson
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5/2/2024 8:41:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a very true depiction sir...we get to see these vendors...going on with the same business for ages...this poem brought to mind childhood memories