The Lost Innocence

A disguised world, an odd emotion

Snatching away her innocence, her dreams
The dolls, those toys
The tamarind and candies,
The corners where she hid,
Those farms, those shanties;
With a halt to her childhood
Some tears and a hiccup,
She asks her mother-
“When did I grow up?”
Getting married to a stranger
No friends, no allies
The symbols of wedlock
Vermilion and gold;
But the reason for this sin
Remains untold.
Abandoning her childhood in a palanquin
With an ending so abrupt
The innocent little bride wonders-
“When did I grow up?”

~ Nirelleth