Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

Loss of Innocence

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The first Gulf War hit Kuwait on August 2nd 1990. A lot of people lost a lot of precious things. My then thirteen year old brother lost the innocence of his childhood. This poem is dedicated to him and to others like him with stories that didn’t make the news headlines but remained etched in their souls for the rest of their lives.

Loss of Innocence…

I remember the blue skies and I recall the sand,

The spray of the ocean and the heat of the land,

I remember a time when there was the deserts were free

When my friends and I would ride our bikes as far as the eyes could see.

Tanks and bazookas were in TV shows for fun,

Guns and war games were for routine playtime under the sun,

The evening prayer call was when mom lit the incense,

To not chomp down our meals during the Holy Month, just made common sense.

It all changed after that one fateful day,

I was told I couldn’t go back to the grounds where I had learnt to play,

The home we grew up in, was no longer our own,

Every memory of my childhood seemed lost and forlorn.

Not sure when, but I know a part of me went still,

Was there a moment in time when I realized, this void would never fill?

Reality struck me like a bolt from the blue,

As all the colors of my childhood, got lost in a strange desert hue



Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

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