My Lost Childhood
My lost childhood
Misty memories of that tender age
I wiped again those frosty panes
To peep outside the room of present times
To catch fresh breath of air standing shy behind Mom
On the day of school admission
Tall uncle selling balloons at market side-ways
Old dirt road still calls me for a ride
My father's gifted bicycle's mighty fall I suffered
Leaving scars on my arm that I hold proud
Broken milk tooth that I hid beneath the mango tree
Fountain pen's shower on siblings fight
Forms a curve picking attentively small incidents floated
Eons away from my existence
To stir the languid hours
Resketching the outlines partially blurred
The events that never really did matter
Faded are the stamps of date and time
Still the petrichor rises from the dusted moments
Pieces of life's coziest quilt
It's jumbled, tattered ,frayed corners
Renders warmth to cold being of mine
13/12/2018
Copyright © Purbasha Roy | Year Posted 2018
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