I Erred My Cores
When I was born
Somebody might have thought, ‘he is going to bring wealth’,
It was hard to look outside
Though some might have thought, ‘he is going to be a visionary’,
I cried, I was innocent and I was well-thought-of
Someone might have thought, ’he will be famed’.
I wondered, the world so crazy -
At first breath, why they are so dependent on me?
The poor baby in me stepped as a kid
ABCDE became easy.
One plus two equals to three
Later multiplications and divisions
Ruined my vital capacity.
I gave up with arithmetic and outraged against history
I wondered and grew, why the people lived with such difficulty!!!
Earth core, landmasses, oceans made me clear
But altitude and latitude made it heavier.
Left with literature, I made it going
Yet, recitation and dictation made it receding.
Primary came out of struggles
And later in high school came with more hurdles.
Erstwhile subjects totted by unwanted hindrances
Physics, Chemistry and Bio-Logy were additional weightages.
Accompanied by curricularism
Sports, paintings and crafts became to be favoritism.
Someone might have thought, ‘his mind is full of asceticism’.
Cried with science
And accountancy gave back my smile,
Calculator and company books
Were carried for rest of the time.
Someone might have thought then, ‘he will be a quaestor’.
I was wondering, ‘what will make my profile!!!’
Confusion and complexity aroused
And after my masters
Am I heading to be Manager?
I summed up my weaknesses
And was not left with any strengths
I switched on my bulb without filament
And I oohed myself
Did I end up as a writer then???
Copyright © Swairik Das | Year Posted 2010
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