I walked through the corridors
Lingering my sight,
With each joint of bricks,
Wondering, if it's stuck there.

I frisked my room
Throwing each pillow and sheet,
Including each piece of paper,
Expecting to find it somewhere there.

Do I find it anywhere?
Does the innocence and agility
Of that lost alive child
Could be lost somewhere here?

The hollowness howled,
'I ate up! I ate up!
You Fool! I ate it up!'