How It Feels To Think Of The Childhood You Never Had

Ajay Pai Ajay Pai in Stolen Diaries on 14 April, 2017

The Childhood I Never Had - A Poem

The pungent smell of the rain
Drenches me in its nostalgic drizzle,

I am soaking in the faint memories of my childhood

That I never had.

Dad’s wake-up kiss
His warmth
Never breached the brim of his heart;

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Articulating love was forbidden.

Mom’s love packed in the lunch box
Was blatantly mild,
It savoured the hunger

Leaving the child in me starving for love.

The ride on dad’s bicycle to the school
Were the joyous rides ever;
The child that I never was
Was thrilled.

The blooms were gorgeous
The trees were green

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And, the child that I never was

Bore a chubby cheek.

The sound of rain
On an old tin roof
Reminds me of my tender phase
Of being pristine and hopeful.

But then, the pungent smell of the rain
Carried thunders and storms
In the droplets

And, the child in me was put to sleep.