Wounds of Childhood

Perseid meteor shower on mid-dawn before sunrise

Wipes of flashback bringing the shadow of a little girl nearby the seashore

Flinging paper plane and lashing wooden trains

Captivating sandcastle like building fortress of friendship

Collecting dashing seashells leaving footprints

Monstrous sea waves obliterating phonemes of memoirs.

Swarming like eggroll on parched and clannish rice stalks.

Santan crown perched on her head holding an enthralled wand like wizards’

Blanket evolving into obscure clasp as Harry Potter’s

Grasping tadpoles through plastic cups

Hurtling dragonflies barefoot to save silence

Heart's agleam, could hardly speak playing hide-and-seek with the dancing moonlight

Winds awakened, the glimmering leaves whirled round

Insipid cheeks, emancipated hair

Fragmented glasses, bristles of barbed wire fences

Money bills out of leaves of Oak tree trading with fancy candies

Kissing raindrops

Lying under the night sky with fireflies and crickets

Tracing every phoneme of her name

Connecting jewel of stars through whitish hand

Wounds of innocence, scars of happy memories.