It is the childhood that walks next to us it tries hard to hold our hand and walk but we are the adulthood, we know better we shrug it away and run the childhood stops behind and shouts out “where are you running to?” adulthood is a master of deception deception of oneself more than others it just shouts without looking back “You slow me … Continue reading Catching up with Childhood – National Poetry Month 2016 – Day22