The Lost Carnival Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

The little one sees only life
Grows up turns away
Tentacles all over, even on the mind
A suffocating pain for the time left behind!
Words come in torrents
Innocence distilled mirror
Reflects only the cloudless sky
But it arrives, bids fountain goodbye!
On its path, one after one killed
Hated but strangely self-willed
Helpless in the face of destruction
It stands, not one, not little
Amidst the ruins of the mirror
With the fragmented reflections
Gone forever beyond retrieval
Time to bemoan the lost carnival!