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Childhood

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there was a time when
we were beautiful too
like the nestled fragrance of books
the breaths were still
with millions of unsaid words
we used to draw pictures

we would write a poem
on the feathers of birds
and tell them to the people
living on the far away lakes
who were far away from us
but who always lived nearby

the journey of new day along with a ray of light
when lands into our courtyard
then we would say
O Mother, the wings of butterflies are so pretty
O Mother, kiss me on my forehead
we want to go to the country of butterflies and fireflies
the colored fireflies
and the glowing butterflies
are calling upon us
the journey of new day
drenched in colors
along with the breezes
are calling upon us from the window

O Mother, kiss me on the forehead!

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