I’m no longer a child: I’ve been a child all my days
When I wailed and cooed at mother’s breast
Demanding milk, seeking warmth
When I stamped feet and cried tear buckets
To force submission, meaning to manipulate
Or blithely forgetful in failure, awaiting another way
When my dolls breathed and dreams bloomed
Giving wings to thoughts sweet and wild
When my eyes moistened at tales of glory
And heart swelled with pride for Motherland
When I loved smell of roses, flirted with breezes
Flying to castles and vikings on seas
When I believed in Prince Charming and white steed
And waited for touch of lips to rouse my slumber
When Sun rose and set at glances from a lover's eyes
When heart fluttered and blood sang songs of ecstasy
When eyes shut to naked truth, I burrowed deep rabbit-like
When heart break came and days numbered, I clung
When hair grew gray and eyesight dimmed
I know I’m no child now, but am still that hungry child at play
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