Lost Childhood

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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

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