I search and I search
And I search a bit more
To find that child
Who over the monotonous years
Has fused in with my mechanical heart.
The child who watched the rain
And enjoyed the petrichor
Rather than worrying about being late
And being bogged up in the mud.
The child who fell asleep
Reading her fairy tales book
Unlike me, with my anti glare devices
Reading ‘How to be a Child Again’ .
The child who pestered mom
With her silly questions and curiousity
Rather than dunking her face in the laptop
Even at the dinner table.
The child who slept near the window
Just to have the moonlight kiss her
Rather than me who fights with my sister
To sleep near the charging slot.
And over time,
The child grew
Into a human robot
Learnt about the world
Excelling and conquering obstacles
Realizing fairies didn’t exist
And started finding magic
In her materialistic belongings.
Im still trying to find the child…
Trying to find me.