Nostalgia means wistful yearning,
I have been told.

These days I have been longing
For what never was—

A cluster of thatched huts,
Huddled together in an unattractive clump,

A bridle path running through them,
Footprints lost in dust, leaving
A lingering yearning in its wakefulness,

Corrugated tin shacks, open yards,
Mango trees out of trampled red earth—
A promise of little bounty
In days of dirt and emptiness.

How I would have loved this—
Walking up and down this path,
Enveloped in mist,
Sweating in my handknit sweater,
Dragging my childhood all the way.

These days I have been longing
For what never was—
This longing is all I have left.

Bibek Adhikari

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-10-18 at 07:37

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Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem impresses me mightily, and favourably. Well done!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
P. S. Christopher Fernie's poem, "Now we are sixty-six (with apologies to Christopher Robin)" is also about nostalgia, but from the perspective of age. Two very different poems with the same theme.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Everyone feels nostalgia and longing, or most of us, so it is easy to relate to this poem. That you are nostalgic and longing for what you never had is a slightly different spin, which makes it poignant.

Your images are vivid and strong, you convey a lot with a few words.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
One of your best; well done, Bibek.

Kathy Lockhart
"Dragging my childhood all the way." I love that phrase. You have such a gift for drawing mind pictures, Bibek. A beautiful artist of words. Keep painting such lovely portraits, for they are windows into a world of ideas.

Last stanza. Two good lines. I've always been there.
Good poem.