When I Believed In Fairies Poem by Akhtar Jawad
When I Believed In Fairies
Amazing were the days when I believed in unicorns!
I could fly to the places of my fantastic dreams
At a silvery beach of coconut trees where fairies danced
I was a prince who saw a princess in the sea's streams.
And when the fairy shouted for help I dived in the tide
How innocent I was, to imagine the fairy as my bride!
Lovely were the days when I believed in fairies
Round silky arms to swim and milky wings to fly
Moon like face, rosy lips, round arms, golden hairs
With a hand in a fairy's hand I explored the sky.
When the naughty fairy freed her delicate soft hand
My unicorn saved me from falling on the hard land.
Believed all that what read in the tales for the children
For me the story books were like the heavenly books
Whatever was written in it was the last and final
Could you see my loving heart in my innocent looks!
Alas! I lost my innocence, my fairy and my unicorn!
Saw the nude of life and got access to its ugly porn.
a nice poem that can soothe in the midst of all din and bustles of mega life.. thank you for nice art
A magnificent poem that captures the innocence of childhood and the realization on the true colors of life. Brilliantly penned.10
A detour into the innocence of childhood! Like a sponge we absorbed everything that we heard or read when we were children and our imagination was fertile with stories of fairies and demons! Those days are gone....! Now we are not ready to believe anything! A sweet write! A10
As a child, I believed in Santa Claus. Commercialism has replaced his generosity. Reality can be very harsh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/11/2024 5:16:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautifully crafted poem Sir Akhtar. The innocence of childhood is reminisced in this poem. Unfortunately realities of life open our eyes to the things that changes our belief. That fairies and unicorns are not real and our innocence is forever lost. A big 10