Puerility

Once upon a time,

We used to talk in jumbles,

And stumble on our tiny little feet,

Listen with rapt attention,

The unbelievable tales

Of fairies and ghosts,

Imagine, believe and dream.

And then we grew up.

And the summer of childhood

Became a misty haze,

Blanketed by

Worries of earning and eating.

The dreams turned to dust.

Feet found their place.

Slowly the labyrinth of life

Consumed us,

And devoid of our spirit,

We march towards oblivion.

The undammed rivers,

Controlled and constricted.

Bare feet hop-skipping,

Consume me.

As do the

Christmas expectations

In hushed whispers,

And interspersed giggles.

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