I remember those young days
When I used to love the breeze
Or when I was amazed
Due to curiosity
A life of ease, it truly was
When I felt the hidden buzz
To make us conquer the most simplest things
Now I have grown
And passion withered by the tide of time
Thus becomes tainted with wishes and dreams
That same curiosity, which led me to pleasure
Does now tear me apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, time is fleeding like a river. Nice poem! Thanks a lot for reading my poem 'bigotry'too.