Treasure Island

Ayesha A R

(22-01-1990 / Vadanappalli)

Childhood


Turning back the pages of my life,
I realize childhood was the best moment.
Living each moment without the fear of tomorrow,
Fulfilling wishes through the powerful weapon
Every child has: crying

Wish I could grow up,
Was one among them
Which I eventually achieved.
But now I wish
I shouldn’t have wished it.

In a battle that lasted for 7 years,
My childhood lost to adulthood
By destroying my powerful weapon.
Or I could have used it
To get my childhood back.

Because, turning back the pages of my life,
I realize childhood was the best moment.
Living each moment without the fear of tomorrow,
Fulfilling wishes through the powerful weapon
Which I have lost forever

Submitted: Sunday, December 12, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, March 09, 2011

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