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I MISS THE MOMENTS WE HAD

I MISS THE CHAIR WE SHARED

I MISS THE LAUGH WE HAD

I MISS THE CLASS WE HAD

I MISS THE TIME WE HAD

I WANT TO BACK

BACK IN TIME

TO SIT NEAR YOU

TO LAUGH WITH YOU AGAIN

TO WALK WITH YOU AGAIN

MY DEAREST FRIENDS I MISS YOU ALL

I WANT TO BACK BUT I CAN'T SEE THE WAY BACK

I CAN'T FIND THE WAY BACK

HOW CAN I KEEP ON WHITHOUT YOU NEAR ME.

TELL ME WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW, I WANT TO DO THAT TOO.

TELL ME WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT , I WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT TOO.

I WANT FEEL MYSELF NEAR YOU

I WANT TO HUG YOU TIGHT AND NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN

TELL ME WHERE ARE YOU?

DO YOU MISSING ME?

DO YOU THINKING ABOUT ME?

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

I BACK IN DIARY BOOK

SEEING YOU THERE MAKES ME FEEL THAT YOU ARE SO CLOSE TO ME.

I WON'T FORGET YOU NEVER MY DEAREST FRIENDS.]]> Poetry]]> Wed, 01 Aug 2007 09:16:12 -0400 http://www.readourpapers.com/poetry/on-the-train.html The thing that caught my sight was a crane,
The air that rushed in through the window,
Was as fresh and clean as a rainbow.
As I gazed outside towards the scenic beauty,
I thanked god for giving us all this bounty.
When the train passed through a railway crossing,
I saw the common people waiting.
At that time a poor boy came to me and asked for money,
It made me stop eating the bread sanwiched with honey.
I gave the bread to the boy,
And was glad to see him beam with joy.
How can a country demand of being a developed nation,
When some people even can't afford their ration.
I pledged to work for the poor when I grow up,
The lush green fields outside shined with dewdrop.
Finally,the destined ststion came into my sight,
The people in our compartment looked happy and bright.
I climed down the train murmuring a rhyme,
I was lucky that the train reached on time.]]> Poetry]]> Tue, 03 Apr 2007 06:23:46 -0400 http://www.readourpapers.com/poetry/untitled.html chronickled laughter & light unspoken,
for the sake of haste I dreamed awoke,
framed the stairs of dooping smoke
how it climbed I surprised,
hollow it smiled with lips vanished,
with majic it fumed in the kitchen,
for late I was then without my pen]]> Poetry]]> Thu, 26 Oct 2006 05:28:30 -0400 http://www.readourpapers.com/poetry/romantic-poetry-explication-ode-intimations-of-immortality-recollections-from-early-childhood.html At the end of stanza one, with the line “The things which I have seen I now can see no more” (9), is the first real clue as to what has happened to the speaker. Upon first reading the poem, one may not catch this blunt clue until rereading the poem in its entirety, but it is here that we are told what it is that has plagued the speaker. Soon thereafter, it is stated more obviously, that the speaker laments the loss of childhood; the innocence and purity of mind. He writes that as people get older, there is something that we forget, that we lose sight of, which is a terrible thing to lose. “But yet I know, where’er I go,/ That there hath passed away a glory from the earth” (19). The description of a young shepherd boy and of the rural nature surrounding him shows the persona’s strong feelings for the purity of childhood (mentally and otherwise), and his lamentation at how quickly it fades. He makes note of the fact that a child can be happy and carefree in even the most desolate conditions, a happiness that is forgotten or lost as we grow old.
Wordsworth’s idea that “At length the Man perceives it die away,/ And fade into the light of common day” (76-77), is one that many can relate to. As children, Wordsworth believes us to be at our intellectual and philosophical prime. The way we are as a child, we see the word with unbiased eyes, our mind absorbs knowledge like a sponge, everything is new and exciting, all of this quickly fades away. While some are able to retain some of this childlike innocence, for the most part, once we are exposed to the world, we take on some of its worse traits, reflecting as a mirror rather than absorbing like a sponge.
The child that tries to go up too quickly, however, is worse than the child that grows up out of necessity. Everyone knows or has known someone who acts older than they are, trying to be a figure of authority when they have no actual power, such is the child that imitates adults. He is in too much of a hurry to have to responsibilities of adulthood, and misses out on the carefree childhood that all should savor. “As if his whole vocation/ Were endless imitation.” Trying to be something, or someone, that you are not, is never a good use of time nor effort, and Wordsworth is truly touched by the child that is hurried to grow up, for he so wishes to be young again. Wordsworth describes children with fondness and reverence, “thou Eye among the blind,” “Thou best Philosopher,” “Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!” able to see what adults are missing. While it is acknowledged that we never know how good things are until they are gone, remembering your youth can be a benefit, and not just a nagging reminder of what you are missing out on. “What though the radiance which was once so bright/ Be now forever taken from my sight,/Though nothing can bring back the hour…We will grieve, rather find,/Strength in what remains behind.” Wordsworth advises his readers not to regret what has been lost, but remember it, and use your past knowledge to create your present self.]]> Poetry]]> Wed, 11 Oct 2006 01:35:44 -0400