The day goes
by in a hurry,
I don’t see
the sun rise,
Or the birds
fly.
I don’t smell
the rose that bloomed yesterday,
Nor do I know
how the mud smells in the first rain.
I don’t hear
the sparrows chirp,
Or even the
water drip when it rains.
I don’t anymore
know if a rainbow does have seven colours,
Or beyond
those black clouds, if there is a blue sky.
I forget how
it felt to swing high and
Feel the wind
in my hair.
I haven’t walked
on the grass bare feet,
Haven’t pricked
on the thorn from the ‘touch me not’s for so long.
I know not
how it felt when the waves swept me off my feet,
Neither how
the little fishes bit my knee deep legs in the pond.
Do the
seasons still change? I don’t see it now.
I don’t see
the dews the morning leaves on the greens,
I don’t see
the red leaves depart their trees,
I don’t see
the squirrels hide away in the cold,
I don’t see
the first flower that’s burst open in the spring,
I don’t see
the cuckoo that sings all day in the sun.
I wonder if
they still do exist….
Or do I ask,
if I am still alive??
