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The Lost Joy
While I wander around the world
From the Mountains to the Oceans,
From the deserts to the abundance of green
Searching for joy of yesterdays,
The small ripples of bliss
Could never become even the tiny waves
And the boundary of my heart, they did ever miss.
Not a long ago, I had overflowing shore
By just gazing at mysterious stars of the night sky,
Watching the flapping of wings of butterflies,
Chasing the cut kites
Or seeing a grasshopper fly,
While I held the thread and its tail was tied.
Getting drenched in heavy rain
And floating the paper boats in waterlogged lane,
Creating traps to catch sparrows
Or move around like Rama with bow and arrows
Were the days of boundless joy,
When the mind was fearless for a careless boy!
That limitless joy seems to have been lost beneath the heap of knowledge,
Piled up over the years of adulthood and adolescence.
I lost my enigmatic world, Alas!
I lost my childhood innocence.
poem
by
Kingshuk Chakraborty
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