Innocent and pure
Our success and joys
It feels to the core.
Saddened and suppressed
We feel obscure
It shows the way
To a lively shore
With a wavily welcome
And a friendly roar.
Our blunders
And mistakes
Make it mingy
And loneliness we feel
In this state of dingy
Yet, if we repent
It is zealous and zingy.
A father
A mother
A sister
And a brother
It's master of disguise
Can be a teacher
Hard to recognize.
Inside it dwells
With an outward force
Like water from
The artesian wells.
Hesitated and afraid
Of worldly hells.
Age not a criteria
For it remains a child
Till end of the class
And ringing of the bells!
(4/20/2009)
A very wise and insightful write. Your last stanza is especially appealing. Your father must be very proud of you. Always your friend, Sandra
It is the child in us that gives us life, no matter what the age. thank you keep writing. Bob
The title catches attention. One can be child-like or childish - the former being the positive aspect of remaining a child within and the latter the opposite of that. The (child-like) child within keeps one alive.
As the young poet says Home is the best University where one can learn many worldly lessons.
it is not easy to grow up this poem porteys that my friend said recently that we never do and maybe that is true we have a spirtual father that being God. Maybe its a good thing that we never grow up jesus says to enter the kingdom of heaven you have to be as or like a child so maybe there is something in that what do you think Sameer?
He who isn't busy being born is busy dying (Bob Dylan) ................keep going Sameer..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lose not the child within...by making mistakes in life we learn, a wonderful write Sameer.