If I Were Young Again

Every time I swim back

In the pool of my memories,

Delayer my mind

I find myself in the valley

Of roses, and daffodils

Lakes and rivers

High rises with white peaks,

The heaven where I have left back

The prints of my choices.

My awareness is still alive

In that dready noise

Where answerless paths

Shrudded my dreams

Like the currents wash

The marks on the sands.

If I were young again

I would be shaping the young blood

Feeding values, ethos, humanity;

Washing out the seeds of

Venom, rage , falsehood.

Where the world would surrender

Itself to bloodshed, animosity, fenatism,

I would nourish them

With the last drop of fading light

To ignite the spark of humanity.

Before I could know

What steps, what course would fit,

The dream of mine lost the reason.

As what hit the land was

Terror, brutality, confusion, conflict.

I lost my roots to misleading minds.

During those darkest of days

I walked aimlessly to arrange the pennies

As the survival was the first concern.

Lost were the melodies of life!

There were no lotuses to bloom

No daffodils to dance;

We kept changing shores

And my dream too lost its way.

The wings of the butterfly were cut,

And the taste of freedom cornered.

The ruptured dreams

Had fallen off the branches;

There was perhaps nothing

That was awake.

I would have perhaps

Not gained the consciousness

And behold the moon

With its soothing silver shine,

Had I not thought to put a spark

To my ideas with paper and ink.

I know the seeds

That I scatter today

Will bloom one day

And with every tree

Appearing out of them

Millions of minds

Will bloom with noble thoughts

And my dream, my memories

Will be there on pages for ever.....