Building castles and palaces inside
We played with sand on this beach
Seeing them being washed away
In waves, we clapped and laughed
The waves are mocking and splashing at me
While on the relics of those delights I stand
Having lost in the mighty despair waves
The castles and palace of dreams I built
Yes these are childhood memories we all relish. I suppose we learn during this phase of our life that nothing is permanent. Thoughtful poem.10
Thank you dear Asim. Childhood memories hail us to a nostalgic world at times in life
I concur with the wonderful thoughts embedded in this poignant yet beautiful poem.and they resonate with me. Our love, dreams, happiness and sadness in our early life will not necessarily follow us in our journey to life. Beautifully conveyed.
Thank you RMJ. Yes, what you opined is correct., what we love cannot be made accompany us throughtout the journey of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
While we were children we enjoyed watching the sandcastles we had built being washed away by thrashing waves. But when we have grown up, we can only watch the dream castles cruelly crashed one by one by the tidal waves of adversity! You have used a very effective metaphorical language to show the futility of man's dreams.
Thanki you very much dear Valsa George. While a dark shadeow of uncertainity is cast over life man is nit rightful to think of manifestation of dreams. Unknowingly this fact he is set to dream like this. May be a juvenile defect (not juvenile delinquecy)