I Lost My Childhood...

I could have snuck out of my house to watch adult movies in theatre; I could have learnt to smoke; I could have made more friends; I could have experienced what falling out of love feels like; I could have worshipped statues; I could have stood in the corner of my street with my friends and ogled at girls; I could have done something productive on a boxing day; I could have read the front page of newspapers; I could have made sense of the world….
Instead…I chose to fight for his honor; I chose to cram up obscure statistics; I chose to stay indoors, several times, for 5 consecutive days in a week; I chose to discuss cover drive over the girl at cover point in class; I chose to spend my lunch breaks running to strangers enquiring about the match progress; I chose to be smug; I chose to be self-righteous; I chose to ignore the world…I lost my childhood…
WH Auden was right,

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.