A Lost Song

A Lost Song short poem

Reprise from the past,
Bringing back missing notes,
In my heart laden,
Of quote and misquotes.

Some are evident of me,
Others remind me of a child,
A mother’s favorite melody,
On go.. or in a mood mild.

A song that defines the soil,
I breathe it in fresh,
A flower like fragrant air,
Entrapping me in mirthful mesh.

A ballad of two pure souls,
Celestial glowing night.
A humming heart admires,
Adolescence’s delight!

A new world unbolts again,
Full of techno drive,
My seldom refreshed memo,
Grows fainter to survive!

A song is complete only,
When it’s sung from heart,
A memory comes full circle,
Times of yore, I’m back to start!

So I hum a little past,
Merry and cheery once more,
Of an era that had me there,
Lost child in me, I thus restore!

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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Such a happy poem @Charu_Gulati and such a positive way of looking at the times gone by..Your verse is like a child at play , full of life and energy..Excellent!

Atul
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Blissful read!!!

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Nice poem encompassing a long time span from “yore” to “techno drive.” I love the rhymes.

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