I lived glorious past
That had different colors to last
With parents backing
I was so much banking
Even though they were poor
But very straight and cordial to neighbors
Many came and financially helped
When I got adulthood I went personally and thanked
Today they are not among us
Yet I fully express trust
Not for their generosity
But their faith in almighty
They used to express n face
"This child has an ability to trace"
Correct path and firm lines to sail
He will rise to top position and avail
I remember those words
Sit down and pray lord
"God please rest their souls"
How shall I repay debts in all?
I shall make some amends
And send
Positive signals
To help people like me in general
Why not feel that stage again?
And maintain
Old links
To help other people without any blink….
I lived glorious past That had different colors to last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem- old is gold- at present we are economically rich whereas morally poor past was dignified thank you I lived glorious past That had different colors to last With parents backing I was so much banking