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