Mourning

Mourning
M. Awais Aftab

I went back to where my childhood lived
When laughter was easy
Where laughter was easy
With friends abound
And games galore
But all this
Was no more
Had i grown up?
Or had the place died?
I could not tell

Perhaps nothing had died
But had passed into mourning nonetheless...

Comments

Anonymous said…
marvelous
beautiful thought
@sh said…
oo.............its simply wonderfull u have truly touched the subject .........v emotional indeed.............i jst love it......it bringz bak all those memories ............but ah i guess thtz calld lyfe
robertryu said…
very touching indeed.a true bitter reality of life.impressive!
zainab said…
i just came across your beautiful short poem.true emotions,apart from last line i wish to see happy ending.