Let me go back to my golden era
where I had hidden gems and jewels
where every word was a song
dancing on the red carpet of my heart
Every letter - be it math, science or history
Moulded as a poem in my mind,
Moved silently from my note book to answer paper
Sneaking past from the searching looks.
When I designed my world with love and care,
my aggressiveness was transformed
to peace, soulfulness and fragility
making me a delicate frame of sensitive deity.
Into that world where I can see my reflection,
where I can hear the echoes of my whisper,
to that paradise of my childhood,
the land of peace, let me go back.
Let me go back
to cast away my inhibitions
to break the tethers of submission
to come out of the pit of ignorance
to reflect the world in me and me as the world.
Let me go back to that bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem