BRING ME BACK THE CHILDHOOD

Took away from me this opulence, fame
And even this young stage as well
But bring me back those childhood memories, the “paper boat”

And the monsoon rain as a “bell”
The old memories of my vicinity
The old woman known as grand-mother

In her talks, a group of fairies
In her expressions, the worldly dairies
If one tries to forget; can’t forget

The short night and the long story set
On a hot day, leaving the homes aside
Catching sparrows, nightingales and butterflies

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INNOCENCE IS LOST

Those gifts of brass-angles
Those scars of broken bangles
An innocent wish of our own idea

Everything in the notions – our own area
Neither worldly concern nor relations and strife
The beautiful was childhood life!


The poem is a translation of one of the poems of Sudarshan Faakir

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Shahid Shamshad Kumar
Shahid Shamshad Kumar
Shahid Shamshad is from Khushipora HMT area of Srinagar. He is a student and loves poetry.

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