LOST YOUTH

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ever wondered how swiftly your values are eroded away by imported values? Ever wondered how swiftly you are being over run by ideas that are alien to your culture and how it all fades away to nothing right before your eyes.Modernity taking over my civilization and there is nothing that i can do about it

Submitted: March 10, 2007

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My mind’s eye flows ever backwards

To the days of untamed innocence

When running in skip like bounds

I traced my mother’s fading footprints

Down the gentle incline of childhood

Where the early morning trips streams afar

Was our early morning monotony

Lost to the call of fading childhood

I sought for things that are lost to tense

To the oily exhaust of modernity

Continually seeking to replay our life

In noisy contraption of boom boxes

Coaxing belief in its eternal hoaxes

Across this hills a cannon fade

As the life of one turns to shade

And my history is lost to abide

On the icy lips of deaths sting

Those tales my clan wove in oration

To live amongst us in carnation

Are lost to the four wings of earthen song

Another hero of my fading innocence now mound

Before which I stand tirelessly to mourn

The glorious days of my lost youth


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