A letter to my childhood

sonal monhyung

One letter I wrote today ,

And send it to past in time ;

Where I was a young child 

And stay happy all time .

 

I realised once again

Of all those memories I had with me,

That is different so much from now

And stay as a happy child.

 

I had interest in those trees,

Where I spend most of my days ;

And look after them, talk and laugh

But now they are just statues at crosswalk.

 

I was joyful to do new things,

Experiment with those as a scientists.

That is different so much from now,

When I was a happy child.

 

Oo my childhood if you would alive!

As a baby inside me even now,

I would still happy

And slightly making my memories.

 

But the condition is not same now

From those in my past time.

I have also change a little bit,

Ignoring this,i am still a human being.

 

I apologise to you,

For the reason I got distracted,

From my way and my discipline;

And also forget to stay a happy child.

 

I realised now what is sadness!

And alone and ignorance.

If today i remember those ways!

How to stay happy everyday?

 

This is what I could do!

To accept my mistakes,

And a forgiveness over me by myself!

So later i can stay happy once again.

 

 

  • Author: Sonal monhyung (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2023 09:13
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments4

  • MUBARAK

    Beautifully written.

  • Thomas W Case

    Powerful.

  • Lorenz

    Impermanent happiness and impetus ..But words are elegant and fragile...

  • Soman Ragavan

    My comments on the poem "A letter to my childhood” by Sonal Monhyung
    In your poem you say : “Oo my childhood if you would alive!...”


    “Ah, where art ye now, sweet schooldays :
    I dislik'd ye, 'tis true, in those times,
    Yet, being but human, here crave my rhymes
    For thy return, lovely flower'd alleys.

    Sweet scent'd alleys, pathways to divinity,
    Lanes of love and beliefs spontaneous :
    Since, to return to ye, I cannot possibly,
    Come thou to me, oh, thou era bounteous !”
    --From my poem “Schooldays,” written on 18 May, 1973.
    Soman Ragavan. 21 May, 2023.
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