An age has gone by
Since we first met;
Sound of your heart beats
Still rings in my head.
At this chilly age
In these chillier years;
Memories of the past
Are the cherished treasures.
Defiant was the youth;
Fanciful were the years.
Audacious youth had no fears.
Conventions it could tear asunder;
Yet you did not dare.
Choosing to defy your heart's desire
Sought solace in arms stranger.
Now when I see you in waning years;
Smugly content, no trace of despair.
Yet seeing you after many a years,
Violently throbbed my banished heart:
Sound of your heart beats I did hear,
Or was it an echo of the bygone past.
A saga of life in its true colours and there is nothing but the brutal reality you are throwing light at sir. A fine poem and here goes my 10 marks for you....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of longing and regret. Regret at what is being lost and longing for the days of exuberant youth when heart used to be tickled by love and romance! In the chilly age, memories are our pals! Lovely write! A 10