I penned this poem in the middle of the night somewhere at the beginning months of this year, meant to be one of my best emotive work ever written. The serenity of the time it was written was opposed to the clammy and harrowing nature of the inner being. It is also my own rendition of one of my all-time favourite poem, Christina Rossetti's Echo.
While i feel it is utterly incomplete, it seems that the 2 stanzas could possibly stand by itself as it is. Truth be told, perhaps it would be the one forever-incomplete work of the writer - "The Poem That Was Never Finished".
Paean's Echoes
Where is the sound of a child's innocent laughter;
Whose delightful smile a joy to behold;
A music that rings beauty here and after;
Long-lost stories waiting to be retold.
How beautiful is the sound of yesteryears;
Ringing in such unimagined distance.
Oh we longed for memories of happy tears,
With nought but pure heart and innocence.
Hazwan Mohamed,
Early 2007
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