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As darkness masks the sky
And trees flutter in rhythm of the wind.

As the bird nest and the cricket chirp
And the bizi-ness of the day slowly comes to an end.
I make love to the memories of yester-years

The freedom of my youth
The innocence of childhood
The moonlight tales by mother and the snacks she shared when she told them.

Ohh! the good old days they were
And now i am stricken with age
Grey coloured hair
Boyhood
Manhood
Ancestorhood

Your thoughts

-Boy soldier-
I became a man at the age of six
All thanks to you
You keep talking about what's wrong
But never talk about what's right
Put others first you say
But can i be selfish for a day
Can i be selfish and love my self selflessly
Even for just a minutes, a day, a week or two, think about no one but me.
You crowd me with a list of do and don't.
Can't i be free to soar the sky of my imagination
Without an anchor of responsibilities
Without a scroll expectations staring me in the face
No!

No!!
I too am human
Maybe too human for my own good
Wear rags clothe others
Take a bite feed others
I too am human
Maybe too human for my own good
I go to war all day and battle demons all night.
The ghost of the souls i have taken take sleep away
I can't sleep: their voices ever present in my ears

"What ever you do you do for the greater good, this people will not listen so we have to make them listen"
By killing each other?
"Boy!, i took you in, fed you, i made a man''
You took a child from its mother and turned it into a monster
Your conscience is dead, so is my dream of ever being a normal child.

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