Dinesh Kinger
As a child
I remember stepping on thoughts
when only my head knew how to walk
I did not see the lines
the names, the addresses
nor the four corners
of round earth
the world was one big oatmeal
my mind could devour
I couldn’t distinguish
the beautiful from the ugly
everything was beautiful except the concept of it
you didn’t have to try too hard to crack me up
or to put me in an awe
everyone was a comedian, a magician
and me the best audience
But by the time I learned to speak to world
I had unlearned to see the world
I left my mother’s healthy womb
for childhood
and then to a unhealthy womb of society
that breastfed me with dogmas
until I no longer needed
my imagination
and became completely capable of
not thinking on my own and
paying the bills
in exchange of a happy meal
that gave me a mind poisoning
and my childhood suffered
the only type of death
that everyone alive rested in peace with
but me.
Your poem captures the angst of realising that being an adult is definitely not so sugary as we thought it would be.
A thought provoking piece!
A great reflection of reality! Good work!
Thank you Kirtan, you know where to find me!
Thank you so much Shalija.
I have to look this guy up. Great job!!
Beautifully thought and meticulously penned down. The dark side of growing up and the pain we all experience has been captured by the Poet.