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Introduction to the Poet:
Himadri Saikia is an MA in English Literature from the Cotton College State University, Guwahati. She is currently employed in a Polytechnic college in Assam.
CHILDHOOD
The ecstatic years of childhood
Are gone…
With our homework
All half-done…
With pencils broken,
And toffees stolen,
There was no question
Of heart broken.
The common playground,
Those common faces,
The childhood races,
Chasing the butterflies all around.
I ruminate those blissful traces
In my inner soul,
Those euphoric days of buoyancy,
That no longer play its role.
