Sad Child

my story is no my-stery

this story is recent hi-story

it is a tale rather morose

tragic events have left-over remorse

in relationships egos clash like elephants

and children suffer like grass trampled

consoling themselves with tales and imagination

one day they hope to make sense of it all

why daddy left why mommy cries

why does every grown up tell me sweet implausible lies

i miss those days says the child

when life was simple

a hug and bottle of warm milk sufficed

and I couldn’t understand what they fought about

no one can bring me those days

not even you






Author: Ajay Ohri

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