In Search of Natural Rest

Time and again, it returns to me—
That hazy, golden ghost of my youth.
Time didn't just pass; it stole away
The most vibrant chapters of my truth.

No worries then—just to eat, to play,
To wander, fearless, wild, and free.
How could I ever forget the bliss
Of the boy I used to be?

I found success, or so it seems,
But my youth vanished in a blink.
Then came the trap of the later years,
A web of cares that made me sink.

Come back once more, dear vanished life,
Bring me that peace, so pure and deep.
Wash away this restlessness and pain,
Give me the natural rest I crave to keep.

That honest, clear, and sweet simplicity,
A life so innocent, a heart so plain—
Could you return, just once, to heal
This burning sorrow, this weary strain?

10 May 2026, London.

Picture: 1991, Ilam, Nepal.