Circle Poem by Rimni chakravarty

Circle



At Nine
Basking in the glory of the sunshine
Learned how to draw a circle with the aid of a compass
Our teacher smiled and we received her Midas touch
But why to draw a circle or a triangle
Or may be a square or a rectangle?
The answers all became a tangle
I was never apt in geometry
Being the child carefree
I loved literature
In day dreams I traveled far
I wished could be the princess of the little red riding hood
I wished could fly in the wood
I wished would like Cinderella meet my prince charming
Who would hold my hands and be very caring
Time flew fast
Many a loved ones have returned to dust
But before they bid adieu behaved like a small child
Who would often become wild?
When unable to express their pains
Tears flow down like rains
When I remember them
With whom I loved to play a game
And there is yet a closed one with whom I share a naval bond
I visualize those days as those moments have turned to memories very fond
She is now very old and weak
Who once used to chase me with a stick
When I prattled all nonsense
Now she utters and I hopelessly sit on the fence
Coz old age has to pass into oblivion
I shudder at the thought of parting with my Mom
With a sigh I understand why we are told to draw a circle
Now I have understood very well
Once became crossed with my teacher
With her frowns, but now I miss her forever.

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remembering those old days
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