there is a place where I must go
that's like a book that has no name
you will not find it on the shelf
for everyone it is the same
so anyone can make it theirs
and fill the page with what they wish
perhaps it's like the home we lost
and long to see just one last time
for me there is a fertile glen
I see it clearly even now
but I cannot describe its grace
although you know I've often tried
the grass is green and gardens grow
from loam as rich as time bestows
and fruiting trees abound in bloom
to lend the air their sweet perfume
here too the crystal waters flow
un-endingly from hills and springs
with clover thick and pasture green
a secret flowered meadow sings
this Eden may be blessed by sounds
unheard beyond the bygone years
the animals of farm and field
that once a carefree child had known
and too I hear familiar tunes
the ones I listened to in youth
an old piano freshens night
and calls us home at dinner time
our mom and dad will take their seats
the kids will find their favored place
and all will briefly bow their heads
as one recites our thanks for grace
when chores and homework all are done
the silent hush will settle in
beneath the moon the children sleep
and dream about the coming day
but one yet lies full wide awake
and tries so hard to shape his dreams
he plans to travel far and wide
to wander from his valley home
and as he grows to write his book
of every path that he once took
Highly readable and nostalgic in its tone. The poem takes you to various scenes and stages of life. @@@ and fruiting trees abound in bloom to lend the air their sweet perfume @@@ an old piano freshens night and calls us home at dinner time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very evocative piece of writing. Memories are our best companion in solitude. And we all have some wish left unfulfilled. Writing about it helps a lot. A10
I think there is a common desire to return to our roots if the memories were happy ones. Thanks again for reading and commenting Nosheen.