' Hole .'

I thought i had a hole
deep within my bossom.
I remember my tiny hands
clutching it with sobs.
How i used to lean on those
fence with eyes wide open,
looking at plumpy ants
as my tears trickled down.
A downpour for the ants!

As we were playing hide and seek,
Smile never found me,
And laughter was lost forever.

Today, a flutter and i go breatheless,
A pang of surprise, i shiver!
A tear drop, it aches.
Oh! I thought i had a hole

deep within my bossom!