The Stolen Innocence

Tired of everything

My mind hit back to the past

Night sets

The sun falls Moon and stars became uncovered

A pink flashed child crawls under the covers.

Ohh that's me!

Realized, how my innocence stowed in yellow pictures

But, None of the shutterbug can return it to me.

How beautiful, sweet my childhood was when the universe was around my toys.

The little soul was nurtured by love and care,

A satisfying hand of her mother used to heal every wound.

I was not curtailed of anything,

The world was short for my thoughts.

My heart was funny pumping careless, thoughtless air,

Like the verdant tangled Wildwood.

It was a time when my life was full of vividness

When no sorrow or pain could touch me.

Childhood chewed hours and swallowed minutes,

It is a promise that is never kept.

And,

Eventually, the denial turned into emptiness

And my childhood disappeared.

Now,

The tears are my existence and the gap between two milk teeth

Has been seized by disappointments in adulthood.