Denny M.X.

Rookie (3.6.1983 / Chalakudy\Kerala\India)

A Child Speaks... - Poem by Denny M.X.

being lost in childhood
is nothing
but meditation
often in serene atmosphere
i tune my nostrils
to absorb
the lost fragrance of childhood
and the ears
to hear
the lost voices of childhood
and memories...
where i lived with nameless grass
nameless plants...
and their nameless Flowers...
nameless colours...
i played with ants
and nameless insects...
nameless butterflies...
i lived in shrubs
as if in a wild forest
without name
without words
a child speaks...


Comments about A Child Speaks... by Denny M.X.

  • Rookie - 77 Points Surya . (5/12/2009 5:11:00 AM)

    lost childhood is certainly and issue, but not the end of life. go ahead.very nice poem.posted 10
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  • Rookie - 0 Points Raveendran . (7/25/2007 11:36:00 PM)

    Sweet remembrances and lost sensitivty - beautifully worded. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lee Degnan (7/25/2007 2:42:00 AM)

    How simple life was when we were children... at times, tramatizing, but when I think of comfort, I am small, and my mother and father are there to protect me...
    Thanks for takng me back with this poem, especially with the ants!
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011


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