Those
were my true days
Lost between the repetition of dawn and dusk
Those were my plushy days
With an innocent fairy residing inside
No intrigue, no conspiracy ,
Not even a single trace of revoltness
An open eye, a true heart, and an agile mind
As if a liner is passing through
mammoth water on its own way.
As if a phoenix is singing a beautiful
Compose on that very foggy morning.
Which are now on my youngsters.
That snapshots, the stories of that Stilled moments
which are now gone and lost in the crevasses of time.
The turbid memories of my seasonal friends.
The intimacy that bonded me with them.
Driven away from me by the waves of time.
Departed bitterly never to meet again.
The mockeries that we made of elders.
The self-cook picnic that we had enjoyed.
That evenings with the flowers of popcorns
That diplomat political talks as if a leader on a chair.
Oh no! If I were to still time
Which would be my courage
Of my life framed voyage.
