Plethora Of Childhood Beauties Poem by Zaieem Ahmad

I couldn't erase those beautiful paintings
Which my childhood pasted on my clear mind
Still they are bright, vivid and reflective
And these make me obscure for I know not
Whether I am blissful or in deep distress
For these memories make me enigmatic

For all day I was free as sunlight
No body could shunt my feelings
Those feelings were washed with milk
I was not intentionally sympathetic or harsh
A myraid of beauties prevail in them
Which hummed for my peace and soothness

But now my every breath chases money
My every step steps towards envy and hatred
This is now mind boring and mind washing
But I get my most hapiness from those moments
Seemingly life is dull and inproper
Without those days of halcyon and beauty.