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A poem about love and loss. Nobody is permanent, one day or the other everyone must die writes the author about her lost childhood.
Today I revisited my childhood
There I met not one but two grandmothers,
They were talking to each other
It seemed to me their talks will go on forever
And so will my childhood
When I grew up a little
A day arrived when one of those sparrows flew away
It took me a long while to come out of that
When I saw the other one,
she was still chirping
I mistook her chirping for an everlasting one
She appeared to me like an iron woman
She’ll never rust, will never lose her lustre,
thought to myself, foolish I,
She was taken at a distance
A wall was erected that hampered access to her soothing chirp
I dare not peep across the wall
As if nothing could make it fall
She was losing her lustre
Her iron body was rusting, overheard I
What illusion dissuaded me from reaching her
I’ll regret all life
coz the second sparrow flew away too
Never to come back
But she led me back to my childhood
I can still see them both
sitting together and chirping
O, how I long to relive those days!
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