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That was long time back

Sleeping in your arms listening to your soft voice

Leaving aside all other things and my favourte toys.

Of kings and queen and of princess and prince and their magic world

That I thought was real like your love,real like the days and night.

Real like sun and moon,real like the careless whispers of the winter wind,

Real like the childs innocence and beautiful smile.

So full of charm and living in the manner told.

I lived in that world with you mom,

For so many days and so many nights.

Dreaming of this romantic world,

Full of riches,comforts and good kings and queen.

And I longed to grow up soon to explore.

With my little heart and dreamy eyes getting restless

To feel this life more and more.

As explained by you so peaceful and happy

With no trace of life's hardships and injustice,

A perfect heaven of all the good hearts

With only virtues and no vice.

So many winters and so many summers

So many springs and so many autumns passed by then,

So many days and night ,so many moments came and gone

But the memories of those good old days we spend

Stands second to none.

Those enchanting tales in your melancholic voice,

And the world in it,

Which was my reality then,

Cease to exist.

As some sudden violent storm has uprooted my beautiful world of childhood days.

Has tore from its very base .

All those good old kings and men alike,

One by one vanished without any trace.

I searched them with all my hopes

To make alive that innocent child of yesteryear,

With that pure heart and dreamy eyes

Waiting to grow up in this beautiful world

With a mission so clear.

To make this world much more nobler for the living souls and for those yet to come

To gift them a world free of war,hatred and sins

I was longing to meet them like I longed before in those days bygone.

They shattered my dream and broke my heart

Like a glass so broken,

Can never be mended

Trying so will give you pain

All your efforts going in vain.

You feel like a miserable soul entrapped in this cruel world of sins and lie,

Of miseries and deceit ,of hatred and vanity.

Of exploitation and poverty.

You see your values die

One by one.

Like the darkness of the venomous cloud

Which removes the last ray of hope of lifes sun

And kills that child who once

Used to think Utopian world as very true

Laying In the comforts of her mothers arms.

Where is that child,where is that dream?

Where are those days can you tell me mom?

Have the child died silently as it witnessed

The death of its true passion

Of breathing in a world so secure for every child ,for every soul

Full of love peace and compassion.

As the world its very own came crushing down

Burying her dreams so deep beneath.

It might have a silent death.

In my heart and mind unnoticed..unfound

So many days came and went and so many nights and season,

So many raindrops flooded the earth.

Swept away the dirt and gone.

So many trees have shredded their leaves and so many flowers withered,

So many summer came and gone ,so many spring and winter,

Now I ceased to think of them.

As my eyes grew tired in their constant search;

Everything seems like a past sweet dream

Forgotten and buried deep inside;

Of innocent mind and pure heart,

Faded into oblivion.

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