Retrospection Comments

I am back to my adolescent age, Vague traces of painful love, Dreaming and feeling nothing, Only familiar faces are missing..! ! !

I am back to my former self, Life guided by breeze, trees and stream, a pure and wild imitation, I am back to my childhood dream! ! !

I am back to my virgin pain, Make-believe world of dejection, Open room of falling in love, Nature embraces from all directions tilting my inebriated soul..//

I am back to my adolescent age, Vague traces of painful love, Dreaming and feeling nothing, Only familiar faces are missing...//

I am back to my poor hut, Warbler of sad days and nights, Unknown world of uncertainty, Only hope is missing in the field

I am back to my former days, Worries and anxieties for what is not, stars blink at night showing nothing, only for future to come

I am back to my adolescent age, Vague traces of painful love, Dreaming and feeling nothing, Only familiar faces are missing

I am back to my former self, Life guided by breeze, trees and stream, a pure and wild imitation, I am back to my childhood dream

I am back to my sweet days, Love, Joy and majestic friendship, Days are gone with their flavours, Empty mind with no one present

I am back to my streaming self, Running self of absolute Joy, Alive field and throbbing life, Beauty of uncertain future

Now in my empty room with my empty heart feeling of sadness dawns, Everything is, and everything is missing, Only nothingness reigns with unknown fount of Amour-propre.

A well thought excellent poem...10+++