Lost Childhood

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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