MY FIRST ATTEMPT TO WRITE A POEM_ THE EMOTIONS OF A CHILD BY ANUPAM

EMOTIONS OF A CHILD



sitting in the fields
gazing in to the sky
a little girl often wondered
if she could fly
how will she change the world??

without a rifle
or a pistol
without a stick
or a whistle
how will she change the world??

sitting at home
where the suffer rate is low
or pacing down a steap hill
how will she do so?
how will she change the world??

she thought continuously
till her health started degrading
wasting her time and health
often thinking just one thing
how will she change the world??

then suddenly she heard footsteps
feeling the grass behind her in the steppes
shaking, trembling by an adult pressure
then my grand mothers voice with new soothing pleasure
struck her ear and explained to her
the one thing she never wanted to hear!

she rushed to her room
locked herself in the bathroom
felt the tap water on her face
it was cold and glacial
she punished herself
for thinking that she was different and special
she sat in the corner
weeping and weeping
and in between
repeating her grand mother's saying
"HONEY YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE WORLD
NO ONE CAN!!