Where does our childhood go?

Featured Illustration: ‘Swing of Love’ by Darshan Sompura


Where does our childhood go
When we force ourselves to grow

Does it sit in the broken swings
Hugging itself tight, yearning
For a warmth that will never come

Does it lie under the covers
Shining a bright light in the middle of the night
Hoping for someone to come & scold them

Does it live within the torn journals
Still clinging to every word
Praying, that it was all not for nothing

Does it play around with the tattered remains
Of the first ever dress she bought
Sitting, forgotten at the bottom of a box

Does it roam around the carnival
Munching on tooth-rotting candies
The surroundings so lively yet so lonely

Does it run around the office building
Pulling on jackets, toppling over pens
Wishing for just a little bit of attention

Does it sit under our desks
Playing hide-and-seek
Waiting all by itself for someone to find it

Does it stay on the window sills
Looking out in wait
For someone to call “come out, let’s play”

Or does it stay curled up within
Our old and withered hearts
Weakly beating the walls hoping to break out

Where does our childhood go
When we force ourselves to grow

Aneesha Saran

Hi! I'm Aneesha, 20 something student struggling under the Indian Education System. Without a proper dream but an avid lover of books, a good cup of coffee and cats. Other than reading and writing you can find me either sleeping throughout the whole day or watching documentaries on all kinds of things. Here on this website I'll be sharing small and special pieces of my imagination and my opinions & thoughts on the most random things!

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