A whiff of fresh scent
Hanging in the air,
Mesmerizing, haunting and –yes;
Its familiar
Scent of youth,
Scent of childhood,
Wafting in disguise,
Asking us
Guess who-guess who
Like tunes of once oft heard melodies,
Like familiar signs of once oft trodden terrains,
Like skipped lines of a once familiar song
Like taste of wonderful summer wine and sunshine,
In a harsh winter
Rushing memories of a celebration just getting over,
Lingering taste of savored moments,
Memories of songs playing in wee hours of night
Charging the present moments with a new energy
Cherishing those wonderful days and nights,
Longing and waiting for the days to return
All over again
To fill our mundane existence
With dance and song; love and affection
-Pa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seems to be a theme to quite a few of your poems which rings true with me. David