Laugh away those charming memories of tender years
When the hearts were in rightful place on wrongful days
As the pressing needs and scornful eyes were too unkind upon us
But like caged bird desparate spirits tried hard to skip the mazine confine.
Like a spider webbed our phantasy and dreams in the remote corner of walled palace,
Palace having wonder garden with temperate flowers and hanging seductive bower
And enough watery freedom to uphold the golden fishes of overnight hunt.
Obviously we swam in the broad breasted pond, warm enough to bloom lotus
Much before the fall of Troy with captive queen of beauty peerless,
Much before the chaste Penelope re defined the conjugal joy,
Much before the Cleopatra fall on Anthonine lap in darkness of Nile.
We counted each petals of blooming lotus and survived upon their internal seeds
And undertook voyage parallel with mooring Ulysses and enjoyed the tempest,
Which hath not of meditteranian origin but of our flesh and blood.
So we sweated enough to keep the mast of mutual faith high and steadfast
And sail our little boat towards the epic city before being engulfed in fire.
Welcomed then in our sweet home lighted with magnisium glow
Where we found the full moon lingering over the little drawing room
As if inviting us to join its quest to find the captive queen
To convey her over lonely Hector ere the indiscreet Attic fire spoils her lusture grave..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem