When we were young angels kept guard over us.
We were winged & wedded to wishes & dreams;
So snug & innocent wrapped in cotton clouds;
The world seemed to brim with possibilities.
When we were young each Spring seemed like a fresh pink dawn;
Each blossoming flower - a bright world of wonder.
The night skies were diamond studded; when spirits soared
Wild on the wind; then were lost in distant thunder.
When we were young we traced twilight's strange kingdoms
Where illusion oft confounds reality.
We followed the paths of the moon & the sun.
We transfigured the hills & valleys & trees.
When we were young teeming Nature reached out to us;
Blessed by her verdant age we ran footloose & free.
Now we are older and can only glimpse such bliss.
The life force that was then survives in memories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Young angels were winged and they were having power to cross the horizon. Tracing twilight's strange kingdoms was amazing crossing illusion. A brilliant and memorable poem is wisely penned from childhood memory...10