'Where are you my lad? '
My question starts from my heart
And my mouth speaks its words out.
'You miss me not, but I do,
And I still remember your beaming eyes'.
'Where have you gone my boy? '
My concern begins with a hope
And my heart beats for now.
'I presume your destination to be
The re found altar of learning you frown at'.
'In your metamorphic image, I search for that you
Who had once been my favourite pupil'
But it fades like a mirage.
'I draw your image on a canvas
And that has a thousand shades of its own'.
'Shall I play hide and seek with you
So that one day you will be found by me? '
And I seek no other favour.
'I see you hiding beyond a big wall
But I search for you behind a bunyan tree! '
I am very sorry, dear all others
As I see you often all arond me.
Time changes everything including our mindset, his enthusiasm and exuberance had faded, thats what life can do to us all! Great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good story writer you are. A very interesting read.