The memories of a treasured childhood
Has rotten under the weight of the thousand memories placed over it...
Good and bad; grim and gay
Reminiscences of the rainy mornings
When daylight was just peeping out too slow,
All faded images flood and fleet behind my closed eyes
The long slender legs on pedals of the bicycle
Making way to the tuitions and den to the school
With thick long hair plated and tied in knots
On both sides of the head
Clad in neatly ironed uniform, school tie and shoes
With an innocent sweet face, knowing nothing of the atrocities of the world I live in
Inhaling the cool crisp air of the foggy morning
Adieu, to that pleasant childhood that made ME
Now only one me exists
And that is the one that stands perplexed
Amidst the real life ahead of me and
The unreal world that unfolds before me
Shoud I hide behind the bushes of unseen virtuality
Or should I face the thorns of the imminent reality...
I know not...
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