My Childhood Poem by Mohd Arshad

A fish,
In acquarium of time.

It stirs,
Memories slosh,

And I am bound to it,
My blanket in cold.

A leaf
That holds to a branch,

Growing old,
Its bark getting darker.

I know
It has fallen off.

I miss mine,
To watch others swing,

That had
Played like them

In all seasons,
Withstanding everything.

A word,
Well spelled on a particular paper.

Now I am
A complementary part

To make
A meaningful sentence,

But that
Has melted and

I longingly
Search for it.