My World

I am a little soul from the land of Mahabharatha. Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would feel the torment of Draupadi in the hand of Dushashanas. I like to go back and see with my own eyes an era that had given us a storyline...My World..

Thursday, May 11, 2006

SUNLIGHT

In summer, in the morning, my play was to
Catch the sunlight
For the rays of the sun glowed on the floor
With gay colour and bright
I grew up sitting there with a cloth
To weave the rays into it
And when wind blew, I saw it dance
As is to its beat.
As I grew up I viewed the world
With eyes
Which had learnt to spot the difference
Between truth and lies.
The world was filled
With treachery and deceit
Even the helpless of all, people were trying to cheat
I wished to be like Rapunzel
Locked in a tower
And to alight in the world
In a better hour
At this time came
A friend out of the dark
And set me about
As happy as a lark
When I need to get away
From this world’s trend
The sun takes the place of my mentor,
My friend.

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