Besmeared and demoralized,
gawked in the eyes of the past.
Scrumptious sweets and toys were,
contrabanded.
Laughter of the school kids,
inside the wonderland store.
Outside I standed.
Dreaming, where is my childhood?
Would you guide me?, if you could.
Confounded- where am I?
Ambuscaded- leave me alone.
For my world is test,
never have been blessed.
In this cold world.
Just Twelve years old.
Already know,
the meaning of "cold".
Overextended,
no mix of good and bad.
My life isn't blended.
No father, no feeding hand.
Earn my own way.
Help, is there any?
For, nobody understands.
Confounded- where am I?
Ambuscaded- leave me alone.
For my world is test,
never have been blessed.
In this cold world.
Gone so soon.
Where is the noon?
Of my childhood.
Misunderstood.
Would you help me?,
if you could.

Comments
Beeme | August 13, 2009 - 09:07
Very emotive piece Pinda, I could feel the pain in some parts.
I really liked this verse;
'Gone so soon.
Where is the noon?
Of my childhood.
Misunderstood.
Would you help me?,
if you could.'
Beeme xx
pinda | August 13, 2009 - 10:48
Thanks Beeme