Living With My Inner Child the Moments Gone
The blue hills from the yonder hazy horizon
undulated gently down the emerald gradient
of the rhythmic waves of the luring landscape,
that carved the contours of the charming hamlet
where my endearing home was once cradled,
nurturing me in the bounty of beguiling nature.
The fairy flotilla of the cotton clouds,
making pristine celestial panorama, slid silently
upon the curved canvas of the cerulean sky,
where my childhood joy soared to great heights
with the colorful kites I loved so much to fly.
A gleaming stream gliding in ebullience
with the glistening liquid pearls of elegance,
flowed with the flamboyant facade of silvery splendor,
bedecked our sprawling house with an ornate garland,
made of embracing loop of mesmerizing meander.
On its rippling water passing me by I sailed
the paper boats tinged with the rainbow colors,
that glided wobbling on the current’s tortuous trail.
On these to a distant unknown dreamland
I imagined my mariner mind would sail unbound,
suffused with the teenage trance.
The boats disappeared in the cleft of memory
with the receding ebb of the lost time,
those adorable tender moments gone by
I now live in the twilight hours with my inner child.
September 9, 2021
Contest : Your Inner Child
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2021
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