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.