S Ravichandran Ayyer Poet Free verse

My Slang of My Past

MY SLANG OF MY PAST
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    IT WAS MY MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD
    WHERE I'VE SPENT THE DAYS WITH JOY
    NOTHING WAS WRONG AT THOSE MOMENTS
    I FLEW ON THE SKY WITHOUT WINGS

    MY DAD AND MOM ARE MY SWEET ENEMIES
    WHO CARRIED ME IN THEIR EYES
    THOUGH THEIR LOVE IS GREAT
    THAT RESTRICTION WAS A BARRIER TO MY HAPPIES

    MYSELF AND JANU PLAYED ON ROADS
    BY ROLLING OURSELVES ON ROADS
    I MIGHT BE COMMITED MANY WRONGS
    ALL OF THEM WERE FORGIVEN BY MY BELOVED

    THE DAYS OF THAT PAST
    WHICH WERE PARADISE OF MY CHILD HOOD
    WILL THEY COME ONCE AGAIN? 
    TO ENJOY THE CHILDHOOD SLANG

                  SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET

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