DO YOU THINK THE POET IS NOSTALGIC ABOU HIS CHILDHOOD.DOES HE FEEL THE LAWS OF HIS CHILDHOOD WAS A GREAT LOSS??

Nostalgia is an every constant presence in human life, we look back much more than we look ahead. This is due to the fact that we think what we left behind was far more precious than what we have now because we can never have that again or be that person which we used to be. The poet to experience a sense of nostalgia for his childhood but there is almost a kind of closure towards the end of the poem. He does not wallow in the past but takes it in his stride and surges ahead. The doubt expressed by the poet pertains to his burning question of where his childhood may have gone. He conjectures about the possible moments when he could see the transition occurring but the doubt comes from the fact that he cannot be certain. The poet remarks towards the end of the poem that he still cannot speak with certainty when it comes to ascertaining the place that his childhood could have gone to. He says that it must have gone to a forgotten place because he cannot remember when he left it behind, possibly it could be hidden in the face of the infant that he used to be. This shows that every moment since our birth, we are growing up and our childhood slips away from us step by step. So there is no definite marker in life which can pinpoint towards a specific moment of loss. The poet concludes that he cannot ascertain or pinpoint the moment of his loss of childhood but he can conjecture that it must have gone to a forgotten place. A place where all the relics of our past go, a darkness that engulfs them and leaves us a little bewildered as we continue to progress in life. The poet says that it is probably hidden in the face of that infant which he has ceased to be. So from the very moment of our birth we begin to lose the innocence and wide-eyed wonder with which we view life. Every moment since then marks the loss of our childhood because loss and gain are two sides of the same coin. To grow up,one needs to let go of all that they held dear to make space for new things. Life is made up of moments, incidents, events, these are eruptions on the placid timeline of our life which can be gathered up into one congruous existence but the moments that one remembers are markers of our memory and experience. We live our lives through them, each moment marking a growth.