Child, Father Of Man No More Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Soon as his wonderment gets wings to think,
We first err, a child's when not even three,
We hammer when his head with what WE see—
With stuff of heft more than height, him to sink:
Society conspires soon to take over,
He's seldom left alone— e'en for minutes,
Building boundaries that confines him to shore,
Tying with tethers, strangling with limits,
And soon duties dawn much like misfortune
That holds him a hostage, a hackney horse,
Mere sight of risk makes him dig unto dune,
Oh done and dusted ere running full course!

And whoso said, ‘He that holds a child's soul
Holds nation', a square me seem in round hole!
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Sonnets | 06.01.12 |