[Synposis: Childhood! The memories sweet and mesmerising! This poem
does compareour present day lives with our growing up. That phase when
we were loved and cared.Close to home and close to nature. As we grow
mature, we lost all of them. Well I find that the differences are not good!]
I
am
missing
Innocent were my young dreams
Pitched were my happy screams
Golden were the sun’s vivid beams
The dark crust masking the gold at night
Home coming birds from the day’s flight
Sheltered cozy over the branches in sight
Hastily evolving seasons, the sun, the rain
The cold water drops still tingle my brain
Tingling my feet is still every pebble every grain
The farm, the field and trees all emerald green
Haunting me a distant dream never to be seen
Nature, my shrine, without her I have been.
Lucky was my childhood, I cherished, I lived
Seeking no green diamonds, I believed
I grew up mature none to be relieved!
A burning city surrogates that breeze old
Without any warmth, today I am sold
Isolated and alone, in winters fiercely cold
Calling out to the rain, seasons and the sun
Pacing heart and teary eyes, directionless I run
Embrace me! And not so callously shun!
Memories! Waves on sand imprints splashing!
A simile or a plead, yet none surviving!
I survived, post my life went missing.
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