A Second Childhood Poem by Mallika Achuthan Menon
A Second Childhood
Another name of agedness is,
A second childhood sure it is.
Who told this sentence I don't know yet,
But a lot of sense it has, I will bet!
Sufferings in this state, I would say so pathetical;
And this fact is not at all skeptical.
Miseries in this span of life,
Will be explained if I can.
Golden days and charming nights,
Had gone away from my sight.
They gave me memories good and bad,
Now I live in them, though that made me sad.
Why I swayed when I walk, I wonder!
This blurring vision sicken me, I ponder.
In this world I own nothing as my own, I feel,
I kept all the hopes in my mind and put a seal.
No one was there to share my feelings,
My own shadow heard my cryings.
All my dear ones bade me farewell,
I didn't know my state of mind then very well!
Oh God! tell me how many days are left with me?
And when can I get off from this futile journey?
I don't want anything from this world,
But I need your blessings ardently, Lord!
So that I can rest in peace!
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate All but the page prescribes is its present state..... (famous lines of an old English poem) I guess life would become far more worthwhile if we stop searching for its meaning. Just live it and enjoy its bitter and sweet fruits as they come. Good poem keep writing
Beautiful poem Mallika. Yes, very true said, we all need blessings so that we can rest in peace! ...Keep writing. Loved the way you presented it.
Hi Malika, Nice of you to write about second childhood... Good way of presenting.. Thanks for this lovely poem...
so many old people live abandoned lives. This blurring vision sicken me, I ponder. In this world I own nothing as my own, I feel, I kept all the hopes in my mind and put a seal. the poem reveals the sadness of aging praying for the gift of death. A sense of the real world oft he aged. A realistic and sad poem.. who knows what our future will be when we become really old and helpless. tony
This is a truthful poem but that makes it painful too because so many old people live abandoned lives. They have outlived their peers and their children may have forgotten them. When the old person remembers GOLDEN DAYS AND CHARMING NIGHTS I felt so happy for her/him. Those are the memories we want our aged relatives to be thinking over. But from that point forward, the poem reveals the sadness of aging. The fact that this old person is praying for the gift of death from God is poignant and very, very sad.
Conflict between the generation reflects in your poem- right?
Conflict between the generation reflects in your poem- right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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An interesting poem Mallika, and well written. I only speak English, and have great admiration for people who can write poetry in a language not their first. Well done.