In Parallel Ways Poem by Khairul Ahsan
In Parallel Ways
I miss my brief spell of childhood
That I spent in my village home.
The gentle breeze causing waves
In the lush green paddy fields, the
Unmetalled country roads that I
Leisurely trod, roadside vendors
And petty pedlars, who I would
Stop by to listen to, all beckon to
Me for a revisit. Miles and miles of
Trodden country roads, so familiar!
We all tread on two parallel roads,
One we take to run errands of life,
And be back home after each spell.
The other we take only to advance,
We can turn and look backwards,
But can never go back. We can set
A clock's date and time back, but we
Cannot walk backward on this road.
We can change directions and still
Move on, till we reach the end of it.
Dhaka
06 April 2014
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It reminded me of a time I lived in the lush jungles... Mmmmm thanks! ! ! ! !
@ Yash Shinde Thanks for reading my poem and sharing your thoughts. 'a poem full of salient thoughts.gets us back to our roots! ' - Loved this appreciation.
@ Valsa George, Thanks for dwelling upon the core meaning of my poem and sharing your philosophy of life in your own thoughtful way. My poem has been greatly enriched by your precise interpretation and I sincerely thank you for that.
@ Oone Tattered, Thanks for reading my poem and leaving your comment here. Much obliged.
@ Zara White Thanks for your correct assessment of my poem and for your appreciative words. Feeling much inspired, much obliged.
Well spoken, the path of familiarity and path of accomplishment.
Thanks, Captain Cur, for the inspiring comment. It was a great delight to read and recite your wonderful poem- 'Dusk, As The Carnal Scenes Burst Forth', which I have done several times before writing this reply.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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We can't physically walk on this road of memory, yet how easy it is to travel back to any hour that held pleasant memories for us. We can linger there as long as we like. What a wonderful conveyance our mind is. Very nice poem, Khairul.
This morning I've read your wonderful poem 'Elusive Love' and left the following comment: This is a poem of sadness, yet so soothing to read, ponder over and compare with our own fair or unfair share of melancholy. The expression is truly poetic, choice of words strikingly appropriate and the mood of the poem soul touching. I commend Laura for this outstanding poem, which goes straight to ‘MyPoem’ list.
Thanks Lora, for stopping by and reading my poem. I am truly inspired by your having read the poem and sharing your thought.