A Lost Childhood

A poem about love and loss. Nobody is permanent, one day or the other everyone must die writes the author about her lost childhood.  

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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

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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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