From The Child's Eyes Poem by Sagar Patil

What is the night?

A canvas painted black
with an absent mind
leaves tiny bright patches
of illumination behind...

Diamonds, pearls from the broken
bright necklace, spilt and enrich
a limitless dark blanket
mysteriously out or reach...

The rain...

A giant builds a bathroom huge
unseen, up and above, ... over
but I am not sure peeing he is
or taking his uneven quarterly shower...

maybe his mummy scolded him
and now he is aloud crying
poor soul, loud thunders - his sobs...
grieved he is, I should not be prying...


Mountains...

Have giant ants build their abode - an anthill...?
O, none to bee seen... so... where are - many an ant,
only their silhouetted hill stands frozen and still
they must be stealing sugar from the giant! ! !

The sun...

Each morning some mad boy
throws balls or mangos in the sky
or an apple in the eve, when he found
the RED nose of an invisible Giant clown...
but like all other heavy things around
why does it never fall down...?
..maybe its glued by some Giant being
to the ever changing colossal Room's ceiling

or maybe the Giants caught the apple
and like a child plays in a cradle
they play throw-ball while watch you and I
is that why it keeps moving in the sky...?

Or is it that...
two giant kids, one big and one small
are playing catches with a tennis ball
but the kiddo in the west never catches any
so eastern guy throws apples'n mangoes many

A strong breeze

the giants child is like my friend Joe...
by annoying us, what does he ever gain?
why does he, winds on our faces blow
Stop he must or mummy will scold again!

The adults

These grown up children are very absurd
some busy, some at ease, but none ever plays...! ! !
always and ever they want to be heard...
I don't wanna grow up, my mind now says...

Clouds

The giant kids were having a pillow fight
the pillow was torn in all joyous delight
all cotton spilt and is flying away, and the giant Joe
perseveringly annoys, always blows and blows...

The Sky

O fo, whats got into this giants huge
They keep on painting their ceiling and bemuse

does it even matter really...
most of the times it is blue
but sometimes crimson, actually
a multicoloured random hue

Aeroplanes

This absurd adults have raked their brains...
jealous of the birds have created the planes
or maybe they don't like the giants endures...
and want to bug them, put flies in their ears...

The Earth spinning

A giant Harbhajan in the adjacent galaxy
thinks the cosmos is a cricketing patch
bowls an off spin, to impress the celestial referee
the ball keeps spinning, with no wicket-keeper to catch! ! !

Sometimes, when the teachers mar my pleasure
'Let the night be the day, to avoid things ugly'
the school in the dark, will be a bliss for sure
just hope Harbhajan had bowled a googly...
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My dear little brother in my soul
has told me all this, in secrecy
he who lives and plays in every role
Inside the mind-home with within me,
... dwells in our dormitory named - thoughts
and occupies most of the space
actually the secret that hasn't been caught...
Is -'He is his elder brothers pleasure and solace! '


sssssssshhhhhhhhh! : -)