Lost! Lost! ! Lost! ! !
A Childhood
Pure, Innocent and Priceless
Lost
On the trapeze of a circus
Or
In the piles of garbage
Or
In the strings of firecrackers
Or
On the steps of a temple
Or
In the threads of a carpet
Or
In the greased utensils of a dhaba
On
On the construction sites
Or
On the bench of a lathe
Or
In the dust of brick kilns
Or
In the garb of need
Or
On the altar of greed
Or
On the sets of glamour
Or
In the glare of limelight
Or
In a begging bowl
Or
On your conscience
If found
Please return
To its Rightful Owner.
time once gone, never comes again....so does age.....so only thing left is cherish its memories! a good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We see all around so many children loosing their childhood and this fact has evoked a wonderful poem which every one who employ them should read!