Let’s talk about those days
When we didn’t wear cloaks
When we were free
When our faces glowed
Let’s refresh those memories
Of sprightly laughter
That echoed in our citadel
Of shimmering light thereafter
Let’s talk about the whispers
That breathed life into us
The majestic trees that swayed
To celebrate our glory
Now we stand muted by time
Reduced to sentinels
Within these narrow ramparts
Frozen with one expression.
Clouds gather to commemorate
The legacy of eternal love.
© Balroop Singh
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Beautifully written. 🤗🌹
Thanks Benya.
Beautiful poetry, Balroop.!!
Thanks Deepika, I am delighted to hear that.
Gorgeous, Balroop. I love this.
Thanks Diana, the image is captivating enough to give a kick! 🙂
I thought of dancing in the forest on a warm summer day. Beautiful Balroop.
Haha…I like it! 🙂 Thanks for sharing your thought Denise.
Balroop, your poem evokes feelings of dancing free, rosy cheeks, laughter. Happiness.
miriam
There is also an undercurrent of loss, decay and yearning.
Wonderful, Balroop! You’ve captured the feeling of time’s toll perfectly…
Thanks Bette, you have interpreted it so well! 🤗
Blessings and hugs, dear Balroop! ❤
Beautiful prose and many possible interpretations. 🙂
You are right Deb. Thanks!
I love the line “when we didn’t wear cloaks.” This speaks not only of time, but of state of mine.
Lovely, Balroop!
Thanks for catching the mood and the metaphor Mae, it reveals the hypocrisy of modern times when muteness is considered to be a virtue!
Wow, what a fantastic response to this difficult image. Well done, Balroop!
Thank you Lisa…did you see two faces looking at each other?
No 😛 I just looked again and now see them. When I initially read your poem and re-read it and examined the image, what I saw was a cross. One for the analyst LOL.
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What a beautiful walk through childhood, Balroop.
So strange! I didn’t have any such thoughts 😊
A well-penned poem that compares the days of childhood and adulthood. I guess the events and experiences shape us and which explains the difference in outlook, behavior, and thinking between these two stages of life.
Time changes everything arv, all glories bow before this monster that consumes all! Do we have a choice? 😊
True. Well, we have been fed to this idea ever since we were kids to plan your life. There is some sort of expectation as to what one should achieve till certain age. Unfortunately, we have no clue what life has planned for us. That’s life!
I think it’s good that we are provided the guidelines and even motivated to follow them as most of the plans work well. Too much of freedom, with no clues to which way you want to go leads people nowhere 😊
Absolutely
Wow!
I love this poem Balroop, one my favorites of yours!
Thanks Marie 🤗
Such a magical rhythm.
I just love this line: “When we didn’t wear cloaks” 🙂
Thanks Pat, I am glad you found it magical 🤗
As beautiful as ever, Balroop.
Thank you Sue.😊
A lament indeed to what we have lost and replaced with Things we think far more important.. Yet nothing compares with our love and respect of nature and each other.. Something that too has got clouded along the way..
Beautiful poem.. and Love Sue’s photo… Very inspiring..
Have a peaceful weekend Dear Balroop.. ❤
Balroop, Your beautiful poem evokes memories of youth, innocence and unfiltered joy. Yet, I also feel the passing of time. Reading through the comments, arv’s resonates with me. And, yes we do have a choice. Sometimes that choice is acceptance. Your depth of emotion in your beautiful poetry always makes me stop and reflect on my feelings and my life.