Oh I scaled those lofty mountains,
And plunged deep into ocean’s den,
I scathed the crusts of the snowy tundra,
And wandered in the Sahara, under the raining sun;
I hunted with the lions,
And hopped with the hares,
I soared with the eagles,
Like gulls, dived to hunted despair;
Bears and me, stole honey form the hornets,
Butterflies and me, danced along rivulets,
Sunflowers and me, raced from sun dawn to sun down,
Life didn’t care, and I cared no less;
Oh how I loved to play with myself,
Throw a ball high and go play fetch,
Oh how I loved talking to myself,
Sending postcards to myself everyday;
When I was Young!!
16 comments:
wow, i could almost feel the thrill and exhilaration of it all! beautiful!
Don't we want a time-machine? I do. Sigh.
"Oh how I loved talking to myself,
Sending postcards to myself everyday"
:)
When I was young...sigh...
This post makes me nostalgic.
And you sent yourself postcards ?!
I still do everything you'd mentioned, with the difference that now the eloquence is replaced by silence and the actions by thoughts. When I was young I had myself, now I don't. :(
Nice one. At least someone can still write poetry. My writter block is permanent I believe.
PS:- That picture is simply beautiful :) Makes me all frisky, and wish to play in the lawn.
wow...loved each and every word...would love to do all this even today, forgetting age and world around....
its ironical how we always wanted to grow up when we were little and now that we have, we wish to be kids again..sigh!
@ Mehak
Thank you.
@ Komal
Rewind I wanna grow up again.
@Cinderella
Not exactly post cards, but I did play fetch
@Sayak
Thanks buddy, but we can always be young at hearts
@Phoenix
Its better not to be a writer. No writer block woes. I enjoy being just myself
@Megha
Thank you for appreciating
@Pri
I also wish for the same.
Bears and me, stole honey form the hornets,....loved it
Sending postcards to myself everyday...made me to read it again :)
Every word made sense. Loved the poem a lot!
Feel like being a little kid again :)
You have a great blog!!
Glad I came across it!
Take Care.
Old people like me can still do this stuff. What we call life - busyness, "responsibilities" - tends to get in the way. It's good to hang out with kids frequently in order to relearn the skill of losing yourself in the moment.
When I was young!
Everything seemed pretty possible!
:)
interesting youth!
you r that imaginative when you are young...!/
each of us have our own story to tell with our own joy..something which will just be in memories..
nicely written poetry!!
Bears nd me ,stole honey from the hornets...loved it..
true,childhood is the time when we have all energy and passion..undying desire...
throw a ball high and go play fetch,we all have done it...lols..
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