A Cry Of A Five Year Old(Stolen Childhood) Poem by Shanika marini Paul

When Silence doth hush the tears that mean to burst from retrieve,
A quick hand of the warden trashes,
A threatening eye of warning haunts him,
As he stands in his place, in line in order

But, He is five, too small for his large shoes,
Forced to follow order and rules in a boarding school,
Not alone he stands, but many the same age,
Pondering in silence on miseries ways

Mother's warmth snatched away
But tis she who thought it best,
Why? he wondered what wrong had he done?
To stay here in a school he does not belong
He was told with a smile it's for his future,
"But today mom, I am your little son why not take me home? "
"You leave me here alone among strangers"
Assuring me there is no danger"

Ah! But that cry did not yield,
for her heart thought best,
for her only child's quest,
A childhood stolen, a robot made
He faces the world tainted
The child within blowing it's nails for warmth never felt





Copy rights reserved poet Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)