Childhood Grows Old
Childhood plays
A little child
Running behind
Butterflies.
Long days of sun
Longer nights
Rising again
To bubbly
flights.
Steps move on
And then one day
Childhood finds
itself
On another
ground,
Butterflies
attract
But lo !
Butterflies of a
different kind
Lost in love,
Childhood, now
youth,
Sighs a furnace
All inside.
Days move on
Then one day
Youth finds
itself
Shorn...delight
Shoulders so
bent,
Wrinkles around.
Then comes
winter
The sun, now
cold
Brings with
itself
Miseries untold
Lone on a chair
Childhood, now
old
Wanders,
Where in the
journey
Itself it sold.
The Doll House
Do you remember
The little doll
houses
The time
You and I
Played papa,
mama
How perfect
Our little world
was
Today too
You are you
And
I am I
Only our little
world
Is no longer the
same.
A Requiem For The Girl Child
What irony is
this
The giver of
life
Is pleading for
her life
Deaf, the ears
Unfeeling the
heart
That hear not, her
cries.
The mourning
song for her begins
When nascent is
her phase
Life's thread is
snapped
E'en before
The umbilical
cord is cut.
You worship the
Goddess of Retribution
And kill her in
real life
Remember my
friend
By this very act
You annihilate
yourself
And Mankind.
Growing Up
Evolution is
silent
When the fig
Becomes a banyan
And when
A banyan, a fig
One hardly
knows.
I live my life
All over again
In this little
girl.
Eligible for one
fourth of space
A little less
for I was a girl
I grew moment by
moment.
The umbilical
tie
Was never cut.
Concern for my
creator
Extended in
directions unknown,
Germinating
neglect
Camouflaged in
sacrifice.
I see this girl
tripping
But I let be
The process of
evolution is on
One day some day
She will be a
strong me.
NITA B GEORGE
NITA B GEORGE is a poet and a
short story writer having to her credit five published books, three anthologies
of poems, a collection of short stories and her Memoir. An English teacher at
the Graduation level, her interaction with young minds has given her a deep
insight into human thought and human behavior. An animal lover, much of her
time is passed with her pets.
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