THE ENTRAPPED CHILD 




Do not hide me inside,
I want to go outside,
See the beautiful world of yours,
Its beauty continuously allures.


I want to go out and play
Under the sun,spend my day,
Cover myself with dust and grime,
Keeping no record of time.


I want to make a number of friends,
Chatting with them till the day ends,
Rehearsing all my poems and rhymes,
As up the trees we all climb.


Want to spin my top on the ground,
See it dance round and round,
Want to run after the flying kite,
Trying to catch up with its flight.


I want to tease the birds and the flies,
Run to catch some beautiful butterflies,
To catch some fire flies at night,
To put them in a jar and see their glowing light.


I want to see the seeds grow into trees,
Want to see the roaring seas,
To go and see the snow capped peaks,
Swim along the frothing creeks.


Do not know how the bud changes to flower,
How sweetness replaces the mango sour?
How do the birds fly high?
How the aeroplanes fly in the sky?


I want to go to school and learn to read,
Knowledge is what I need,
Not the security within the closed doors,
I want to travel the land,mountains and moors.


Let my skin feel the sunshine,
Let me hear the wind's melodies divine,
Why cannot I live a life that is mine,
Cannot you gift me my lifeline!


I want to feel the warm breeze,
To play and hurt my elbows and knees,
Why cannot I go out to see the beautiful world?
Why cannot I even pat the dog outside the door curled!


While the whole world races fast,
The day changes from present to past,
I stay locked inside ,
All my wishes tucked away in a bundle beside.


Everyday I wake up in anticipation
For someone to end my exiled vacation,
Who will give wings to my imaginations,
Strike with me a conversation. 


Hold my finger and take me for a walk
Around the world, will chat and talk,
To see the blue sky and colourful flowers,
To feel the fiery sun, get drenched by cool showers.


To walk through the markets and bazaars,
Call out to everyone from the doors ajar,
Jumping,hopping,skipping,running,
See everything around,all so stunning. 



Like the child of Tagore,
I peep from indoors,
Asking for my world of freedom
Of colourful,playful,vibrant seasons.

©Madhumita