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Waking up with a golden dawn,
Running in those vibrant lawns,
Happiness and delight for unforeseen sight,
The cradle of life swayed with pride,
Things aren’t same; down memory lane.
For every small thing mattered the most,
Precious was my grandpa‘s coat,
Cheerful eyes cherished every little game,
Chuckles of laughter were only to tame.
Things aren’t same; down memory lane.
House was on complete disaster,
With the wake up of a little prankster,
A single gesture was enough to say,
Love and warmth was up to share.
Things aren’t same; down memory lane.
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| Things aren't same, Down Memory lane |
Loads of questions piled up in my mind,
Why the birdie can fly and why stars shine?
Riddles and jingles and stories of fun,
Were always there with the grand mum,
Things aren’t same; down memory lane.
Now I wonder why I grew,
There is no one to question and old stories too,
The deeds of my elders came with me along,
In this new journey to get (along)
Things aren’t same; down memory lane.
@Meenal
It'd be difficult, but I think there would be someone to question, even if it won't feel the same.
ReplyDeleteYes Vinay we can always find someone but feelings keep changing.
Deletesadly....when we grow up we stop questioning...may be because its time to answer questions :-) What a poem....wow
ReplyDeleteYes Pavil you are right.Each phase of life is so different and is also a learning curve.
DeleteThank You for stopping by.
I nice poem took me down memory lane
ReplyDeleteMy BAT entry Torn Pages
Memories are always to cherish for....Thank you cifar for appreciating.
DeleteThat was a sweet poem, just the way we all feel about the childhood. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMy Entry - Poetry of Sorrow
Thank you Megha. Read your entry, commented too.
DeleteThe nostalgia of the happy days...
ReplyDeleteAnd then -
"The deeds of my elders came with me along"
The circle of life...
Yes, I was feeling nostalgic when penning down this poem
DeleteGrowing up...we want to attain it at first....and then we wish we wouldn't have.....
ReplyDeletePrecious days.
Nice write.
True Anirudh, aspirations keep shifting it's side.
Deletegrowing up is such a trap...nice poem :)
ReplyDeleteYes, and only realised once grown :)
Deletea sweet poem of nostalgia...
ReplyDeleteThank you Sumana, happy that you liked it
Deleteour memories always seem to have a little bit more shine than our reality...I think that is one of the small graces...that what was hard does not seem so much when it is behind us and as the years go on just get better....
ReplyDeleteYou are so right Brian, that's why memories are often referred as Golden moments
DeleteI loved all of the details you have included in your poem. It is wonderful to be able to look back with feelings of nostalgia, as you have!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary. Feeling nostalgia with a smile is so awesome indeed.
DeleteYes, time alters things and our memories of them. Things are really not the same down memory lane.
ReplyDeleteYes in some way memories and changing time goes hand in hand
DeleteYes life changes and alters our memories, you've expressed it very well.
ReplyDeleteLife is a challenge and teaches a lot.........keep visiting.
DeleteYour poem really takes the reader...down the memory lane seamlessly. I felt I somewhere in my house thinking about how things were 'then' how they are 'now' and how i felt then and now.
ReplyDeleteIt is a moving poem beautifully woven!
Amazing job done..love the rhyme and style..!
Regards,
Megha.
Glad that poem took you down memory lane, hope you relished the flash back.
DeleteThank you for your kind words Megha :)
This write-up is so good.
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