MY JOURNEY AS A CHILD
I came into the world with my hands folded.
Yet they welcomed me with laughter and danced the sorrow away for tomorrow.
Soon, I could no longer walk with my four legs,
I became a little star, running around the field with two legs.
I sat inside a rolling box as we journeyed to the east
not bold to tell anything about the strong black feet on-road miles
I could only ask why the other stars ate with their fingers stained
because I was born with a golden nail.
Sooner or later, days turn into years,
And the sun was fun for me no more
I became one of the souls that trekked a thousand miles,
because the rolling box was sold for some cake.
The beauty was too wrinkled and old to hold my hands,
So, I held her instead of the more
I became the breadwinner of the day,
with my head spinning like a clock with no pay.
Then I remembered my little days
When I wouldn’t eat until my toy was bought,
But here I am pleading for the day to come with some bread
As I watched my old beauty smile at me
She said to me
The journey begins when the tree gives birth to its fruit and leaves it ripe.
Until the shell that covers its seeds is removed
The seed will always be blind.
But when its cover is removed,
It struggles to live or else it dies.
Then I saw the future dancing from afar
With less effort to come nearer
I realized life isn’t as it seemed when I was a child
For it was too easy than it is now.
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RICHIE KHARIS (
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My comments on the poem "My journey as a child” by Richie Kharis
From the poem :
“The journey begins when the tree gives birth to its fruit and leaves it ripe.
Until the shell that covers its seeds is removed
The seed will always be blind.
But when its cover is removed,
It struggles to live or else it dies.”
This describes the cycle of birth and death. The tree gave birth to the seed that remained covered by the shell. The seed was protected and fed for the time needed. Once the protection goes, it is either survive or die, for the seed. It is the same with humans and other living species. The day comes when we find ourselves entirely on our own. We must struggle successfully in this life or die. It is a struggle until death. Even in disease it is about a struggle against death. Soman Ragavan. 17 September, 2023.
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