O! Childhood,

Sometimes beginning the day with a whisper, sometimes with a cry
Sometimes gaping in the void, at times beginning it with an innocent invite

The sudden trance that it takes me into away from the colossal clutches of the trite
Dragging away, disconnected, liberating to the elementary momentary amnesia
Cruising to the myopic state of bionic reflections jaded by the hyperemia
The ephemeral circumvention of the moment drawn away from the empirical hysteria
To the cerebral existence of the self-efficacious creation, to that fleeting vision

There comes a time,
When debates become primordial, when the need of solutions become unreal

O! Childhood,
Why don't you stay forever transcending me to the realms of that fading Ideal

from my friend santosh

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