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Blossom Mist

Rookie - 0 Points (24 February 1978 / India)

No Longer


The dusty lanes don a look black
A plush halogen hangs and flowers lack
No longer I smell the earth
Or feel the grass and dust

As the sky wore a new crown
The high rises and sky scrapers look down
No longer I see a kite falling from the sky
Or a kite runner run like a fly.

I can’t make my bike vroom
As the speeding cars zoom
No longer I see the green lawns
Ruffled hair and scraps of chiffon

It seems my ground went poof
Where I hit the ball which broke the roof
No longer I see my own ground
When as kings we ruled around.

Where did the moon hide and stars go
Nor the clouds hanging low
No longer di I feel the wind blow
Or see the fireflies glow

What all you have faced
Seen much from those crazed days
Playfulness seems a tale of old
The innocence seems running cold

How much the things changed
Now I know why I feel dazed
I don’t speak to people anymore
All is distanced as waves from shore

You now seem like a strange place
As I keep running a wild goose chase
I bet you miss those days
In your memories too it’s there as haze

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014

Topic of this poem: friendship


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  • Rookie - 321 Points Captain Cur (5/26/2014 6:45:00 PM)

    I liked your poem blossom. All things change sometimes not for the good.
    Keep on writing and expressing yourself. (Report) Reply

    Rookie - 0 Points Blossom Mist (5/31/2014 1:51:00 AM)

    Thanks for liking the poem... yeah you're right :) ...

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