In slumber my imagination on wavy waters floated
Into deep strange seas it thus drifted,
The childhood photo of mine which on my walls hung
Sensing breath from its frame flung!
The baby whose age at two hovered
Had his face in pleasant smile covered,
Delightful babbles his joy wove
While struggling with the land below.
In cradling him my desire now aimed
So, my artful hands his attention claimed,
The delight in cheers stopped still
And like bursting clouds his eyes got filled! (i.e. tears of
regret)
A glimpse of reality I though I had -For
Had I not changed with the aging years
The dirt of the shores had I not mixed
With the crystal waters that my childhood wished!
A greatly expressed reminiscence of your childhood years, with its innocence and avidity for life. A poem, most of us can relate to; going through life, and comparing the present moment with our memories of past. Beautifully composed.
This is an amazing poem composed in the light of childhood recalled through nostalgia. Thanks. The childhood photo of mine which on my walls hung Sensing breath from its frame flung!
The dirt of the shore mixed with crystal waters of childhood. Nicely conceptualized poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Innocence of childhood and reality of adulthood beautifully contrasted (10)