Old and Young…

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In morning, he was reminiscing

The most cherished memories of life

The great olden days

Still alive in his life

 

The days of walking with all time friends

Towards the far away school

Plucking tangy tamarind pods from dense bushes

Relishing them heartily with mates

 

Welcoming showers of rain with excitement

Splashing puddles of water

Enjoying life a carefree way

Adding memories to life come what may

 

The antics, the pranks the wholesome fun

Those were the days when life was not on the run

The reprimands, punishments and scoldings of teachers

Brought the best out of him

 

Playing sports of all sorts

Hurting himself, then rising above all odds

Those were the golden days of his life

Finding their ways in memories revived

 

In noon, someone stepped on this earth

With his tiny feet and curled hands

That gleam in the eyes full of curiosity

Delivering joys to the present

 

Spreading happiness everywhere

A part of family now

Someone gave a new way to begin forthcoming year

Gave a new meaning to life this year

 

Now he will relive this childhood in a new way

A tinkling sunlight of this cold day

Someone will start a fresh life

And relive the dreams

 

That begins from childhood

Blossom into youth

And wither with the age

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Sympathy

My poem titled ‘Sympathy’ was published in an anthology ‘Inspired By Tagore.’ The contest was sponsored by British Council of India in association with Sampad was a tribute to Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore on his 150th birth anniversary. It was also my first publication in the life. I felt accomplished on this achievement and understood that all my efforts in writing are going in right direction. 🙂
Needless to say, I want a novel and a poetry book published, just because there are many stories in my heart and soul, waiting to be narrated.

Below is the poem. I own the exclusive rights for this poem…

If I were only a little puppy, not your baby
Would you say,”Come later, I am busy.”

Would you ignore me and my naughty antics?
Would you not brush my furs with your fingers?
When my eyes yearn

Would you say “Go away, Play with your toys.”
“Maid, take him away, I am working”
Would you not throw a ball at me, when I am excited to play?
Would you not be with me, till I lick the last drop of bowl?

Would you not comfort me with your soothing hug
Would you not feel how lost I am without you?

Now I will not come to you
I have stopped looking at you
I look at my world, which is with me, when I am alone

They are the ones whom I can call my own
My world has clown, toys, racing cars, games, books

I belong to my world, I belong to you none
Now you have no one to say, “Go naughty child”