Punishment in kindergarten
Today the world is a little more my own.
No need to remember the pain
A blue frocked women caused, throwing
Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
That honey-colored 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’s are funny thing, they laugh
In mirth at other's 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 the hedge, watching steel white sun
standing lonely in the sky.
No need to remember the pain
A blue frocked women caused, throwing
Words at me like pots and pans, to drain
That honey-colored 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’s are funny thing, they laugh
In mirth at other's 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 the hedge, watching steel white sun
standing lonely in the sky.
അഭിപ്രായങ്ങളൊന്നുമില്ല:
ഒരു അഭിപ്രായം പോസ്റ്റ് ചെയ്യൂ