Wide-eyed we waste years of a child
Doctoring, energies we lock,
Ignorant, his creativity block,
Killing vision, his wit so wild;
And ‘pon wasting his tender years,
Not letting him wow his own walk,
Teaching him to stay nearby, nice and dear,
This, nor that and follow the flock;
We, so busy to preach and teach
By dictates of an oft-spelled word,
We let him not his talent to reach,
Letting his world thoroughly blurred,
Lame, he learns never to walk his talk,
Hostage of clock he walks alien walk.
And when poets with sanguine pen
Say: child a father is of man,
We hail, giving all ten of ten!
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Musings | 06.08.13 |
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I would like to translate this poem
Parents sweat and fret over a child's growth giving him so many commands and trying to teach. We never let him express his spontaneity or innate ingenuity. We clip and prune him and stunt his growth. We always are keen on drawing circles and compel him to run through those set tracks. Though some training is needed in the early stages, too much of it will hinder him from growing into his full potential....! An insightful write!
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