The Child Is Sinking Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Under the gnarled mesh
The shrinking crust
Down the mantle
Collapsing on the core
The child is sinking.
Under the sinful loads
The shrinking space
The burden of knowing
Transforming into despair
The child is sinking.
Under the wise care
The vanishing imagination
The pressure of achievement
Lightening speed to grow up
The child is sinking.
Give it space to timely age
Give it time to leisurely laze
Let it be heard.
Let not the child be a caged bird.