Crystal
Nongthang *
Will you call me mere blind;
while catching the moments pretty forgotten;
I don’t see you standing nearby?
Will you mock me partial deaf;
harvesting those seasons lost;
and if I'd less listened your words?
Don't heal to wake me up, dear friend,
if I'd slept in that magical tune;
I would be swimming inside oscillating waves,
through the path backyard side;
within the league of trimming lights;
way along the pragmatic things;
towards the track, my childhood days;
once were free and wild.
Ripe reddish memories;
expired bliss, pleasure past,
innocent games and fair joy;
playing with dear ones;
ground near the lotus pond;
running over knee high grass;
and chasing after dragonflies;
though sometimes forgotten;
walking along the life's busy streets;
mingle me once in that crystal world.
I will collect full bucket,
sailing towards the land departed,
to the way reverse site.
Oh! sweet gold my childhood days.
* Written by Nongthang
The poet can be reached at nongthang03(at)yahoo(dot)com and at also at http://www.burningvoices.com/
Webcasted on November 11 2010
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