My Secret Poem by Uddhab Naik

My Secret

Rating: 5.0


I am a boy of 13
With borrowed dreams.
Mama and pa are chasing the society.
Unheard, my heart screams.
My paintbrush lost the battle
And the stethoscope grins.
Aunt Lenin comes every weekend
With a basket of Joseph and Robert Hymns.
Shivered brushes and dried colors
Lying like the funeral things.
My secret is neither alive nor dead
Still somewhere it clings.

Thursday, August 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life,struggle
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bharati Nayak 20 October 2017

am a boy of 13 With borrowed dreams. Mama and pa are chasing the society. Unheard, my heart screams. My paintbrush lost the battle And the stethoscope grins.- - - - - A lovely poem written from a teenager's perspective.The boy wants to be a painter, but parents insist him to become a medico.His dreams remain hung in between.He secretly nurtures his dreams.

1 0 Reply
Uddhab Naik 17 April 2018

Thanks a lot for your beautiful comment...

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success