I Miss My Childhood Landscape


From the yonder hazy horizon, 
the blue hills undulated gently 
down the emerald gradient 
of the rhythmic rolling waves 
of the luring landscape, 
that carved the contours 
of the charming hamlet, 
where my endearing home 
was once cradled in its cauldron,
nurturing me in the beguiling bounty 
of the mesmeric nature.

The fairy flotilla of the cotton cloud, 
making pristine celestial panorama, 
slid silently with scenic flair 
upon the curved canvas 
of the cerulean sky, 
where my childhood joy soared 
to great heights of ebullience
with the colorful kites, 
I loved so much to fly. 

A gleaming stream of susurration,
gliding with melodic grandeur 
with glistening liquid pearls of elegance,
flowed with the flamboyant facade 
of silvery splendor of grace,  
flowing through the verdant vale, 
that bedecked our sprawling house 
with an ornate garland, 
made of embracing loop 
of mesmerizing meander. 
At scarlet sunrise hours,
on its rippling aureate water,
passing me by with alluring rhythm, 
l sailed the paper boats, 
laced with rainbow ribbons,
that floated with fascinating finesse,
wobbling in the current’s tortuous trail. 

On these to a distant unknown dreamland, 
I imagined my mariner mind sail unbound,
suffused with the teenage trance. 
The boats disappeared to nowhere
with the receding ebb of the lost time, 
within the cloudy cleft of memory.
In those adorable tender moments, 
gone by like the autumn breeze, 
I now live lonesome in winter twilight 
with my inner child.

The infantile images deeply engraved 
in the fossilized young mind, 
trampled by the footsteps 
that have walked me so far,
on the transcendent topography of life, 
lie buried defaced under the dust of time.  
Now, at the edge of the falling night, 
I reminisce as I walk the last mile,
follow the outline of the faint footprint trail,
taking me to the end of time, 
where I miss my childhood landscape.
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Kendrick Avatar
August 10, 2024 at 12:37 PM
Congratulations on your winning work. I am delighted to see it on the winners' list. Way to go..Sara K
Sinha-Roy Avatar
August 12, 2024 at 4:36 AM
Thank you, Sara
Goldsmith Avatar
August 8, 2024 at 11:39 AM
Congratulations on your win. What a lovely write with a wonderful story. Great Ending... Yes, to the end of time..... Have a fun day............
Sinha-Roy Avatar
August 10, 2024 at 12:20 AM
Thank you, Paula.
Empress Avatar
August 8, 2024 at 4:34 AM
Brilliant use of alliterations and wordplay in this, I love the way youv painted imagery in such an artistic manner and also how youv expressed how much you miss your childhood with lines such as “ with the colorful kites, I loved so much to fly. ” “ I reminisce as I walk the last mile, follow the outline of the faint footprint trail,” exellent ending to a descriptive poem with creative metaphors and lil details of nature to depict nostalgia! Pleasure reading this! Congratulations on your win
Sinha-Roy Avatar
August 10, 2024 at 12:20 AM
Thank you so much for the placement. I am awed and honoured by your vivid comments that encourage me very much. It's a pleasure to enter your contests.
Sheehan Avatar
July 30, 2024 at 11:26 AM
Wonderful write. It paints a beautiful picture. Great imagery. Powerful pen. Enjoyed.
Sinha-Roy Avatar
July 30, 2024 at 10:27 PM
Thank you for your read and comments.
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