Time : Poetry of a time that won't reappear
Time I want to go back this while Reverse the staircase of time, To Meet a little girl Playing in the corridor With her toothless smile. I want to meet the girl Who was fearless at heart; Without knowing that she was. She cared for all, and she was free, Once made her friend a wanton bee. I want to sit in the Last chamber of the car, Crack some jokes, With no tension in heart. No grades to chase Laughing at own’s mistakes I want to be the ‘Silly’ girl Who always helped. I miss those days ol’en, When I with my frien’ Hid at the backyard lane Where no one ever went. We discovered there A secret chamber; High schol boys Drank cranberry beer. Catching us peeping They got scared. Alas! From next day on, The teenagers vanished in air. Nights were peaceful When sister by my side, Gazed to the neighbors On rainy nights. ‘Please pass on the soup’— Asked the old lady at dinner, A voice I still can ringingly hear. ...