My Childhood Riddles Poem by Deepa Chandran

Juvenile days, of good and ill,
alone did I stand, on surf smitten shore;
A perched soul, but did I dare
to go distant places, moments of solitude;
An endless path, the shadows cast,
life of pathetic lie;
A benumbed babe, vainly put to sleep
by refined rhymes of eluded verses;
Holistic schooling, words deceived,
fabricated young by worn out tools;
Tales of trauma, love and horror,
whispered tender riddles, history’s shame;
As seasons rolled on, timeless,
the solitude I met, all about me,
Spooked shell confess,
dropped the pearls off my lowered eyes;
The sob of fear, rich as horizon
faintly disappeared as night set in,
as the smiling stars, elves of Zion,
kissed me goodnight in my dreams.