Seasons have changed since you were born
Buildings have sprung up
At corners
Where baby eyes stared
In innocence:
The Methuselah beggar with the bowl
Is nowhere to be seen.
Turn towards the sea. Remember
Shutting your eyes
And enjoying the breeze?
The silent deserted beach
Has spread
Into a web-like tourist paradise
And fishermen’s sons don’t wrestle on the sands.
Alienation ,regret ,ennui. My kind of poem.
Thank u,Louis.
Impeaching of time-shift and one’s own alienation . A wonderful poem by the author
Thank u,Shamsher.
The changes over time..Simple yet says a lot.. 🙂
Thank u,Sunila.
‘The Transition’ beautifully depicted
Thank you,Maya .
A masterpiece!