Retrograded childhood…
Pupilage beseeched me, juvenescence on knees;
Screeched to wrench me…
Shackled ‘Me’ in puberty, perplexity was the phase;
Bygone was innocence…
Its sparser burnt Ash, embedded exquisite crossover;
An apprehensive attire…
Clogged and just muffled me in tears;
Oh lord! That girlhood…
Will it reappear ever, to rejoin this cross examination?
To set me free and limitless;
