RECURRING  LURE

The cozy dreams
Of vanishing childhood
Lay shattered
At the door-step of teen age.
My childhood friends
I aspire to meet
Evaded without trace
In the sphere of changing world.
Broken hearted .
My trapped thoughts
In a fit of trauma
Break the strings of loyalty,
A new tune reverberates
To lure and soothe me
Heart with its childish pranks
Still fails to respond favorably
The recurring lure of a new tune
Stands dazed, yes.
 

T. ASHOK

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