C. P. Sharma

Gold Star - 13,502 Points (July 12,1941 / Bissau, Rajasthan)

The Child In Me - Poem by C. P. Sharma

The child within me
scorns alphabets
neither knows them
nor wants to learn
they vitiate thinking
give name to everything
distance man from man
giving each a different name
label fauna calling it wild
dub its behavior as jungle law
They write scriptures on papers
The Holy Books but unholy acts
Trees and grass are cut
They turn us nuts

The unwilling lad
satchel on his back
goes whining to school
unwilling to learn alphabets
that write constitutions
create several claims
over land, water and sky
limiting the fish to swim
and the birds to fly
they make fish fry
and birds die
Nature cries

gave fake names
such cast and creed
such language and land
Hindu, Muslim and Christian
vying out we fight one another
with ghastliest weapons ever known
when the child in me awakes
asks me to unlearn alphabets
that brought all our woes:
violence and hatred
made Nature part
polluted piety

In its cry, asks me
to read the book of life
sermons of love and care
cooperation and coexistence
and feel its beauty and bliss

Topic(s) of this poem: letter

Comments about The Child In Me by C. P. Sharma

  • (9/10/2015 5:57:00 AM)

    There is a child in every grown-up and it makes the life worth living. The child, s confrontation with alphabets is mind blowing. Nice imagery and superb poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (9/3/2015 12:55:00 AM)

    A good depiction of social structure that hampers man's wit (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Kurt (8/27/2015 4:25:00 PM)

    A wonderful poem, C.P. Thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 27, 2015

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