One Nascent Soul
Childhood was my innings in innocenceUnsure steps to malnourished dreams.
And age is what your eyeballs count
Whilst I walk around the witness – sun
The story of a child is transparent,
So transparent that it can hide gray hairs
Older, wiser shades of gray….. dismay
Infancy has its unconscious obligation;
To stay happy
With its compelling simplicity.
Yes Sir
That’s the truth;
A lifelong achievement can leave us unfulfilled
When as a child
Satisfaction came so handy.
Narrow victory in narrower lanes
Lazy holiday noons
Building broken house of cards,
Fighting unfair carrom games.
Sir!
Even you don’t need
Tarots to tell
In those other days and years
nascent tears....
Life was good.
P.S - Thanks to Shamasis for his inspirational "Age Of Innocence"
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posted by alpha_ro_mel at 9:08 PM
3 Comments:
Why to waste words praising you! Some things are understood even when not said.
And as for childhood. We should create a space for the child in us to play. Why suffocate it with the claustropronic age?
I do not know whether that word 'claustropronic' was a typographical error or not.In any case it is a stimulataion to think beyond. Amazing age we live don't we? When greetings card clone our visits to hospital beds, when mobiles rule in every hand yet electronic messages are preferred over talking to old voices, past liasons are less and less honoured by the handsome excuse there's no e-mail account to their name...isolated depressed existence where we trust complete strangers but not them, our own. Prone to Claustrophobia ?
Yes Sir,
That's the truth
We live in a claustropronic age.
romit... CAT was good i hope. and now, back to regular posting?
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