Where Are Those Beautiful Things Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Where Are Those Beautiful Things
Where is that pond
Where into I used to jump
From the branch of old
Banyan tree stood by its side
Where is that field
Flat and grassy where
We used to gather in the
Afternoon to play till in the west
The sun slipped down to hide
Where is that dark grove
By the side of the stream
Where in we used to pass
The summer noon playing
And singing till in the holes
Of the trees the owls cried
Where is that village life
Where are the simple folks
Where is that clean and pure air
Where are those beautiful lasses
All have been washed away
By time's heartless tide
Where are those old beautiful things that are missing today...without them life looks incomplete...interesting write
Where is the village life, the green fields and the simple folks? Beautiful poem.....10 + To my favourite
So true, dear Anil ji. Where are the old things? We miss the simplicity and beauty of the old with the advent of the new, modern technology
Sometimes the past is beautiful; the present is more beautiful and the future will be the most beautiful but sometimes vice versa! nice to read your poem
How we all long for the bygone! Simple life, simple pleasures, that was real life! Now we are living in a virtual world. Thanks for this gem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 3:40:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem.... well penned