Dont worry
It wasnt your fault
You were just the first
In the generalsation of my life
There were many after you
But you inaugurated the slaughter house
You were as innocent as me
Silly little kids
Why didn’t you share your eraser with me
In nursery class
You broke my heart
You know
Narinder, oh that innocence of not sharing and this is mine and I won’t share – you have captured it very well. Made me smile 🙂
Delicate and beautiful – and the balanced (and unpunctuated) final two lines just seem to float off the tongue. I love this!