Shedding our innocence

When our soles bled from strolling the coarse gravel
When the limbs crippled from climbing the tree tops
When the ears ached from hearing the retold tales ,
We shed the remnants of innocence inside us.
The grey- eyed blonde doll,the palm leaf parakeet
The mirrored feathery fairy frocks and caps
Like the old spotted snake dropping its skin
Curled inside a swarthy cavern within us.
But our skins are not withered,nor shrivelled
Age has not crossed our bamboo- fence yet
We put the holes ourselves beneath the hearts
To imbibe the gloominess of the world outside
And we retraced to the silence of the womb
We call ourselves a throng of matured ones
While we have not turned over the first page.

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

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