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a poem written exactly 6 years back !!!

To a Three Days Old Child

Little child
Little you know,
     That the air you breathe
     Is but sighs of thousands.

Shut your eyes tight now,
     And don’t yet be fated to see
     What we all are fated to be.

But it won’t last long:
You’ll soon see mama’s smile
And her love-wetted eyes. 
     Then soon you’ll learn to see 
     The feeble fear in her eyes.

Soon enough, baby will know
What getting scolded is,
     And she will wail aloud 
     In an empty room.

Then our cleaver girl goes to school,
With a big satchel and a running nose,
     And she’ll learn to hate
     Some jade face iron heart Miss Mem.

And as the sun and the moon
Are busy in the sky;
     We’ll find baby is in love 
     And she’ll be baby no more.

Mama will love her more than she needs
And mama will expect more than she heeds.
And she learns that mama can be harsh.
But baby wont cry now: 
     Instead, she’d learned
     To smile with a sigh.

Then a day comes when
Someone breaks baby’s heart,
     And she wont smileAnd she wont sigh.
     She gazes at the moonAnd sees a crack in it.

One sunny afternoon,Back from the college, 
baby findsSome loved one had died somehow 
     And baby recalls 
     The old art of wailing aloud.
As the stream of timeTwists and turns and bends
Around one bent we’ll see
     Our baby’s smile 
     And her love-wetted eyes

Yes, our baby have got
A baby, to cry for
     To fight for 
     To live for

Then her every breath will say a prayer
As mine does now for her:
     May it all be different for you.

(c) Korou Kh, 21st dec 2002

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This poem was written exactly six years from now. it was published in my school mag and I had a copy of it. Thats y it survived for so long and past the major-poetry-notebook-burning-incident. Yaa I burnt my notebook containing all my poems some 5 years back. Kinda impulsive. Not that I regret it dat much.... but i wud love to go through it once now.

and yaa ... d BABY is 6 yrs 3 days old now !!!!
I think I ll put up a pic of her .. c s my cousin sis .. i adore her gr8ly... and even now wen I was typing the poem .. I cudnt help wishing "May it all be different for you."





 
 

bed peace, hair peace, toilet peace, walk peace ...

This is where I strt off for my new project. 'inspired' by John n Yoko i sud say .. I ll b appropriating der idea n extending on it for dis wrk. Lets c wat turns up.
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