#OpenPoetry THE LOST CHILDHOOD A childhood lost in chasing the undreamt dreams The dreams died in hunting them The kid butchered first at labor And killed again and again in labour A forgotten childhood Immature silly but good Burnt in the fires of community, The pathetic society Is mankind kind enough to be kind on itself? Where everyone is repeatedly killing himself Met my own childhood In my own dead youth , My real childhood Which I never knew Brawled !! my bosom friend Then in infancy now in maturity Then we both used to won But today we both lost the game Am I alive? Or the kid died The day he lied And I arrived They were not my imagination It was their hallucination That I had to die in order to survive We were fed the lies The dustful skies Made the believe That the hamlet is inferior He is breathing But is he alive? Lost himself While chasing the lie #OpenPoetry #lostchildhood #childhood