When childhood comes back again
Through the window of your fast life train
Just before it will reach final stop
Open window and let childhood hop
Into cabin where loneliness dwells
As your only companion on rails
Let your childhood take you by hand
Trusting you as you've trusted your dad
Take a journey together back to the past
Into times where hours could last
Into times where days were so long
Into innocent times where nothing was wrong
When childhood comes back your way
Don't push it away, let it stay, let it play
Let it share its secrets and dreams
While its head to your head softly leans
Let it be your true loyal friend
Let it stay in your life to the end
someone in our urdu language had said a man who has lost his childhood for ever is either a dead soul or a dangerous mind....so hokd this precious thing always....poem superb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem written with insight to capture the conviction of the poet. I like the articulation of the piece and the way you captured its essence. From birth man grows steadily till a point where he begin to decline(age) . Aging is like returning to childhood in a more mature and different way. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.