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#OpenPoetry THE LOST CHILDHOOD A childhood lost i

#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
#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