Land of My Fathers Poetry Club

Growing up once more

Silver-haired, bony cheeks, need an escort
Yet would like to sit near the window
Taste creamy chocolates, ice creams
Saunter in the parks, sit in the swings
Learn to crawl, walk, run
Behind the butterflies, wings, feathers
Learn to count, read, write once more
Accompany them to the shore
Building myriad vanishing sand castles
Learn to act, react, realise
Pigeonhole to infinite roles
At schools, colleges, offices, organisations 'homes'
Yet doesn't end the cycle
Begins the peregrination with another generation
Same process, same steps, same formulae
Yet everything remains a mystery
To mysterious man 
Never unravels the patterned parcels or pondering puzzles
And continues the race

Ms Gargi Saha


Last Modified on: 05-12-2018