I search for my lost childhood
But I don't know where it is,
I search, inside of bushes,
On the grass crowned ground, and miss
The hints, remnants, the ashes,
All left, without any trace
Like my childhood- slippery,
Like time, like smile- purloined place
Where did I leave it? When? How?
Is there a way to regain?
Will it be a happy scar
Or an unwashable stain...
~Ajay
August 2017
