Just when I was a kid,I never felt the burden of any responsibility,
Everything was so filled with innocence,
Everything full of sanctity.
When I grew up,
Life was never again simple,
Such rough patches,
My skin's wrinkle.
Today I stand alone,
Like an oak tree,
I see these children,
Climbing the mountains in a spree.
I've lost all my glory,
Lost the twinkle in the eye,
The dull remembrance of everything,
All frozen up within.
Tonight as the sun sets,
When I am growing old by another day,
I have a wish in my heart,
Do not cry, just remember me all day!
4 comments:
like the imagination Artz! :)
from a golden sunset, u have brought about a childhood nostalgia! :) and sad but beautiful present description!
old oak tree? u? :D
and i loved the last line esp.! :)
new poetry darling? :) ;)
sweet poem aarthi...childhood....lovely memories na...but d child within remains alive alwys... ;)
@ Leo,
Hehe... me not an oak tree re!
Poetic Darling? Thanks for the nick! :)
Cheers
*PEACE*
@ Pri,
Very well said...the child finds its place in us no matter how old we grow!
:)
Cheers
*PEACE*
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