Lost Childhood Poem by Paras Ali

Crumbled bracelet
Pulverized bangles
Of Pink, Purple and sapphire
Few dismembered crystals of the studs
Cracked creamy glass vase
Some splintered hair bands
Churned dotted butterfly pins
And a dim picture of a two eared
bleating woolly baby lamb

I collected these antique pieces of mine...

Alas I could not locate my bygone childhood
Perhaps I have gone to the graveyard of wilderness
Where mature Humans make their nest
At this no-return-zone,
My small brain is still ingrown
To understand the changes an adult meets

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