WHERE DID THE POETS CHILDHOOD GO??

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.