Treasure Island

Shamal Akrayi


Childhood


Few moments are candied
in the ambers of memory.
some are sweet and some are sour.

Colourful rainbows, twinkling stars,
fascinating butterflies, fragrance of flowers.
Fills life of a child with hopes too high.

Dressing up barbies, wishing on stars.
cuddling teddy bears for hours
has just become a fading memory in the mind.

The world of a child seems to be filled
with colours of love, dreams and hopes.
Far away from the cruel and brutal world
full of hatred, lies and selfishness.

In the hasty life of an adult,
such beautiful memories get covered with cobwebs.
the moment these webs are removed
a smile comes across our face
A PURE PRECIOUS SMILE.

Submitted: Monday, August 01, 2011

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