Pangs of separation.

Pangs of separation.

Once in my childhood days,
 I lost my ball
inside a bush.
When i did the hard push.

I searched it
every nook and corner
but I lost it for ever.

After that I started to cry
as if I lost a precious thing
and I was nagging.

My parents bought
 me a new ball
From a nearby stall.

But I was desperate
to have the old one,
as it took my all attraction.

 After long years
Of that happen.
Now i am a middle aged person.

In the meantime,
I had  lost my many kiths and kins
and many personal belongings.

There I had lot of emotion.
ThereI had lot of attraction.
Nothing is with me,
Only pangs of separation.