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Mar 2017
I wish I had some more of my childhood left
It was too soon too much to lose
Those enchanting smiles
Those ravishing times
The boundless mind that dreamt sublime

It's hard to believe those were things of past
What is left of now is brutal reality
Somehow I held onto my faith in love
But they made me realize it is unreal
We are all alike and we must follow the law
Live in the shadows and love the stench of lies

Innocence forever has left our side
With profound negativity we abide
Proudly we accept life as our fate
And continue to live like a merciful surrogate
I am still exploring the new realms of life
Mediocrity is the winner but it is the truth that suffice
Bani Marathe
Written by
Bani Marathe  Goa
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