At Twenty-three

I remember the time when I was young.
When I looked at the world in awe,
when I read books and traveled far.

I remember the time when my curious mind would ask.
How come stars form figures in the sky?
How come we have day and night?

I was full of questions then and was eager to learn.
I would read and read and read.
I would ask anyone about anything.

And then the time came when everything turned different.
I continued to ask not anyone, but just myself.
I have traveled far but found no relief.

What happened to that young child in me?
What happened to those good old days?
What happened to awe and curiosity?


And then I would wish to go back to the time when I was young,
When books are enough to reach distant lands;
When simple answers are enough to satisfy my mind.





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