When took a look of my past memories,
Recollect myself in pity miseries,
I laughed at myself when recall those days,
Was an introvert and stood always away,

Sometimes thought I made myself a little mature at that age,
But that will you do if the situation trapped you in a cage.
I talked maturely,never realized how I would be,
Space,anger,and loneliness over took me,

When had an urged to make things better little,
However the bond became brittle,
But now feel different,..the kiddish that I lost found in me is through my dad,
He made me like himself..happy from sad,.


© Ankita Mishra