November 29, 2007

The lost child

A dainty child lost in a village fair, parted
from his millionaire parents, sobs for help.
His redden eyes lost in despair,
hankers for solace, but to no avail.
His Lilliputian steps strive to
transcend the segregation
as his soul is daunted and body
whelmed with tears of frustration.

Then there is this class of men,
who commemorates on the child agony,
without pulling him to succour.
There heart is full of apathy.
The world stands on a side and they the other.
They freeze their passion
“Who cares, let the child cry!!”,
so solitary is their emotion.

There is another class of men,
who is touched by child’s hysteria, overwhelmed
by sympathy, they approach the child
and console him with toys and fantasia.
Oblivious by the child’s real pain,
they make futile endeavour
and after squandering some time in vain
they abandon the child as ever.

There is yet another kind of soul, replete with
mercy he embraces the child by heart.
He scouts the original cause and
figures out the stray child’s opulent past,
He then shows the child to his original home,
And when the lost child sees his parents at last,
Flooded by ecstasy, hugs his parents to bosom.

4 comments:

Aditi Only said...

ahem !! commenting widout u askin fr .... the lines are pretty decent but what amazed me was the thought itself and the way a reader is pulled in it effortlessly!!

Unknown said...

really great style of putting such a harsh reality in these beautiful lines.

Aurindam said...

Yo Baby!!!!
I am Dumbstuck.
Period.

Aurindam said...

kya be.. tune blogspot ko divorce de diya kya???
no posts n stuff...!!??? rite smthng abt all ur (mis)adventures at korea dude!!