Deepa Chandran

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood , solitude

Comments about My Childhood Riddles by Deepa Chandran

  • Paul Warren (9/19/2015 8:10:00 PM)

    A poem from the heart thankyou (Report) Reply

    (10/10/2015 7:35:00 AM)

    thank you Paul

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  • Kelly Kurt (9/18/2015 10:06:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem, Deepa. Thanks (Report) Reply

    (10/10/2015 7:35:00 AM)

    Thanks Kelly

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 19, 2015

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