Lost Childhood Poem by Areena Arora

Lost Childhood



I lost my childhood somewhere
somewhere amidst dust and sweat.
Long back dating the day I first saw the world
tears flowed from the eyes of those who gave me birth.
Poverty crib-bled and killed them to death
they left behind, a life full of sorrows and pains
for me and for six more sorrowful souls on earth.

Neither did I ever complain
nor did my fellow mates
for what to cry about
we never knew
so many sorrows in life and choose one
we never had time

We were born to serve those who moved with flashy goods,
I wonder why pains and sufferings were fated for us.

Days were spent working for night's meal
while nights went praying for a dawn ahead.

Binding and sticking together pages they call books
I always wished I could know what magic laid in it
but i guess my childhood was destined to suffer

I cried, i howled
but my prayer remained unanswered

My house, my home
Changed each day, each night
from one street to another
we were forced to migrate

we by now have faced
what we were destined to
and all we now wait for
is a ray of hope, a light
a little sunshine
for others of our kind
should not face what we did
for only we know how difficult were
those times...........

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Areena Arora

Areena Arora

Lucknow, presently in Allahabd, India
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