I lost my crayons ,
I lost the colours I was bearing at childhood.

I was merrily dancing over my infantcy and childhood .
Then suddenly I was hold tight
snatched , torn and worn out by my skin
Skin of innocence .

My gloomy eyes ,
which always held love and enthusiasm
Now holds emptiness .
And not have anything to do with this world.

Breath which was fresh with life ,
Now have nothing but ash .

My soul now blends with darkness,
and life appears like death.

But I have a fix for this
"I WANT MY LOST CRAYONS"

© ---AFNAN SIDDIQUE .