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My Childhood Was Lost…
A POEM
BY YUKTA BHANDARI
My childhood was lost
During those days,
When the skies were grey
Instead of snowflakes,
Bullets fell from those skies array…
My childhood was lost
Through those winds of fear,
Blood and screams
Were common to hear…
My childhood was lost
When my kin went away,
To fight the enemies
That had come to stay…
My childhood was lost
When friends could no longer meet,
Suffering from oppression
Divided by creed…
My childhood was lost
When childhood grew foreign to me,
And dread was destined,
My childhood was lost
During ‘those’ days,
The days I wish you’ll never see.
PHOTO:REUTERS
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Heart touching
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Your poem has made my heart bleed.It is pathetic…….?
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💕💕💕
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Feelings well captured, poetic devices fairly implemented
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A very touching subject and beautifully penned poem!
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😘😘OMG!
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Crisp n touching.loved the thought n sensitivity.
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I have no words to tell how much I am touched by the thought and your choice of the subject. Keep it up Yukta. Good job.
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Too good
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Very Impressive.You have deeply felt the emotions of the children who have lost their childhood to war
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amazziingggg !!! Finally u posted it ! Waited for two years to read it again !
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Its awesome Yukta❤️❤️ Keep it up👍🏻😘
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Amazingg!❤️
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Amazing!!!!
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This is awesome 💕💕😍
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