Monday, 23 January 2017

Ode to Lost Childhood

by Sheena Singh

Her little toes ached
scaling up
the lean mango tree..

Her tiny fingers hurt
Clinging on
Its twisted trunk;

Her head was hit
hopping over
a squeeze of mango pulp..

Breeze swept her off
to a land of thousand lakes..

Moonlight shone on her
as she tried to stand;

Her faded yellow dress
flung past the bush

Her puffy eyes poured
fetching its torn threads..

Hiding behind the greens
little could she gauge
the depth of her wounds;

The face of a brutal tale:
an ode to her lost childhood

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