Early Childhood Poem by Rajesh Thankappan
Early Childhood
Those were the days when I looked at rain and thunder
With a racing heart full of awe and wonder,
Those were the days when I heard tales from my mother
And always insisted upon her just for another.
Those were the days when a bird’s casual song
Would always evoke from me an immediate reciprocal response
And when the monsoon rain would stop after a drizzle
How I would run out of the house to catch sight of tadpoles in the puddle!
Those were the days when a buzzing chopper high
Would invariably make me look up into the heavens and the sky
And ask the Almighty why I was not born a little bird
Though that thought may now appear to be totally absurd.
Those early days I hadn't read any book of poetry
Or for that matter learnt the elementary English alphabets A, B, C, D…
But those days, I do feel I could read better, the pages of nature
For haven’t those early experiences always filled our heart with wonder?
Those early days I hadn't read any book of poetry Or for that matter learnt the elementary English alphabets A, B, C, D… But those days, I do feel I could read better, the pages of nature For haven’t those early experiences always filled our heart with wonder? You were born poet, Rajesh-ji; you didn't need ABCD! (10)
Childhood is full of wonder....! While we were children, little things used to excite us....! Like a sponge, we absorbed impressions! Now nothing can excite us. We fail to notice little things as we are always after 'big things'! Oh.... sweet innocent childhood.... how we miss you! Enjoyed the poem!
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4/16/2024 4:02:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful poem filled with innocence yet wonderful childhood days. This poem took me to my childhood days, we used to catch tadpole in puddle. Sometimes when there was rain of ice pellets, we used to throw at each other. some time we used to fill our shoes.. Really those days were beautiful. Beautiful poem, cool and pleasant to read. Loved reading it.