The rusted gates with My hands rested, Knew how glacial my Fingers would become, As I keep waiting for Pellets of chocolates! ▫Caption▫ //Sombre Childhood The rusted gates with my hands rested, Knew how glacial my fingers would become, As I keep waiting for the pellets of chocolates! The fascination of the clamour that tweens make, Leaves me as an envious girl. Behind the screen I hid,
