Today the world is a little more my own.
No need to remember the pain
A blue-frocked woman caused, throwing
Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
That honey-coloured day of peace.
‘Why don't you join the others, what
A peculiar child you are! '
On the lawn, in clusters, sat my
schoolmates sipping
Sugarcane, they turned and laughed;
Children are funny things, they laugh
In mirth at others' tears, I buried
My face in the sun-warmed hedge
And smelt the flowers and the pain.
The words are muffled now, the laughing
Faces only a blur. The years have
Sped along, stopping briefly
At beloved halts and moving
Sadly on. My mind has found
An adult peace. No need to remember
That picnic day when I lay hidden
By a hedge, watching the steel-white sun
Standing lonely in the sky.
hello, i read in class 7 in my book this lesson is included and i like this poem Punishment In Kindergarten by Kamala Das and i live in Peshawar Pakistan and my school name is the oxford school system ''MAY BE THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE IT IS FAR''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just love this poem.... :)