The Last Stanza
Places
We loved that part of town
In our young days when the place was prospering
We walked joyously through its streets
Dark alleys and hot sunlight mattered none
We soaked every bit of light, laughed with the damp air
In our young days when the place was prospering
We walked joyously through its streets
Dark alleys and hot sunlight mattered none
We soaked every bit of light, laughed with the damp air
Years later we passed through the same parts
A place to pass by, not to pause
We sniffed at the dirt from our cozy seats
The tumbling houses, wretched children
A place to pass by, not to pause
We sniffed at the dirt from our cozy seats
The tumbling houses, wretched children
But some days, we wondered if someone traced our footprints in that forlorn place
If we could feel such joy once again
Heat, dust and dirt we did not see
Only fogs of happiness encircling us
Ah! So ignorant but free.
If we could feel such joy once again
Heat, dust and dirt we did not see
Only fogs of happiness encircling us
Ah! So ignorant but free.
( Sep 18th 2010, 01:17 AM ) says:
Truly touching. But I wouldn't want to be a free ignorant person.
( Sep 18th 2010, 01:33 AM ) says:
Nice one humm...
Really liked the theme. Its seems more like a work in progress than a completed work. There is so much to say, and by all the poet deos touch it, but it doesn't do justice to the theme of the poem. I like the 2nd stanza the best..however the last line is very good.