Father Of Man A Child's No More Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

We err a child is when no more than three,
Soon as his wonderment gets wings to think,
His head is hammered when with what we see,
The stuff of heft, not height, when weighs to sink.
Society conspires soon to take over,
That scarce leaves him alone a few minutes,
And boundaries are built on rules bound shore,
Tie him with tethers, strangle with limits.
Soon duties dawn O like a misfortune,
Which, hoist him as hostage, a hackney horse,
Mere sight of risk makes him dig under dune,
Oh done and dusted ere running full course!

And whoso said, ‘he that holds a child's soul
Holds whole nation', square to me seems in hole!
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Sonnets | 06.01.12 |
Topic: child, father