I don’t know when I knew that I actually exist. Some blurred memories, some vintage images, Black and white people in those torn pages. But I remember, when I did cry Outside a store, looking at the toy. Hearing senses will be weaker with passing time But I will still remember those nursery rhymes, Sharing tiffin with friends under the tree, Swings and slides, and games time free. I will see this flashback when I will see nothing more, I would like to live my existence. Can I live it once more?