I noodled my childhood,
Glued it on some diary
Spooks overflowed
And came out suddenly.
With monarchic wings,
And petal eyes
Gazed back, and pinged.
I succumbed twice.
"Whatever you wrote is a lie"
Confronted one roaring voice
It disappeared in pages again
I started to feel calm, at ease.
I gave it another shot, recalled,
I had seen him somewhere before,
'Did we meet in childhood?'
Question banged on my door
Of course, "No".
I never met him before,
How can I forget,
I never had a childhood!
