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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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let me call it a modern song of innocence and experience...it is soulful indeed!