is a childhood’s treasure

No device invented

To get its measure

Landscaped in the eyes

Portrayed on the face

In every action & question

Depicted in full embrace

It leaves me to ponder

When did I loose mine

As far as I remember

I bore it for a long long time

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    1. This poem made you smile…its my pleasure. And for the part which made you sad I would say this is life where when you loose something you also find other things and one of those other things is poetry, isn’t it? I shall pray for you ‘May your soul rediscover peace’.
      Thanks for stopping by here.


  1. Unsure, what sort of emotion was evoked. However, I loved the way you portrayed it. As one individual grows up, the innocence of the childhood is lost. But then, until and unless the innocence is lost, one will never mature to be an adult. Loved this one.

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    1. Thanks Ajay. Yes it is true in order to become a mature adult losing innocence is inevitable.


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