Recently on a winter evening
during a leisurely drive along the Imphal- Dimapur National Highway
with my wife I remembered
my past journeys
to Guwahaty for office works
sometimes with her
travelling the same highway
(I retired a decade ago) .
We decided then
once to undertake
an overnight journey to Guwahaty
by boarding a nightsuper
once the covid-19 pandemic is over
to recreate those past journeys.
Back home after three hours of driving
our little grandson was waiting
for us to play together.
I remembered then,
as the days, months and years go by
there is no true repeat in life.
Great poem. I love street poetry. It shows we are real people
Yes this COVID has stolen all the beauty of lfe. Your grandson will definitely enjoy the reunion. Good expression.
In the drama that is life, there is only a single show, just one stage, No repeat shows. And love is the most important ingredient that makes it worthwhile for the audience. all the FIVE, Sir.
There can be undefined pleasure playing with grand children where one can recollect the memory of that sinless childhood while playing with kids. A person enjoys playing when he is kid again he enjoys playing with kids at the old age. An endearing poem!
Hope this new year will see the end of Covid-19 which disturbed beyond anything. Happy New Year to you and your family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem. Let's hope this covid crisis to be over soon