Tenders of childhood memories,
flashbacks of those times… I was young:
and still I am.

I still walk with myself in mind,
of this world’s meaning drawn—, on the imprints of me.

I am naive–
with thoughts of my childhood days: still a suspended shadows of me on the walls. 

Lacking sophistication,
a dove’s humble appeal in the plantation. Caged in a toddler’s revolution,
I simply want to un-learn, and re-learn those things learnt;
so I bettered on life’s mission.

The Village Thinker © 2014


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