Maya*, do you remember our boisterous childhood? <br />We were hopping over the marked squares. <br />At last you hopped over the horizon <br />leaving me alone in my dormitory. <br />I stuck in my room with the pile of books. <br />The gust rattled my tiny windows <br />and I am scared that my fragile heart will scatter <br />and blow away like a withered leaf. <br />I am already frustrated in the rat race <br />and this raw deal never allow me to jump <br />over the hurdle.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hopscotch-2/
