My World
The strange world of mine, compels, me to look up,
To observe all the worthy, man-made stuff;
The table-top, appears so clean, from my high seat,
When grounded, a friendly spider in a cobweb, greets.
How I wish, to dress like daddy, in trouser length, full,
I wonder why, they send me on half’s, to prep school;
To reach the piano keys, I stretch, to stand on my toes,
Invisible tag of fingers; for elders, it is a discordant note.
I run, across the backyard, in circles for a while,
It appears to me, I ran a mile with a smile;
Micky is a friend, who cares to do all the naughty stuff,
Yet I dare emulate him, for fear of my mother’s rebuff.
The world around me, is a canvas, where the walls beg to draw,
Brother can never comprehend, warns ‘that was the last straw’,
I sketch my house, with windows, placed above, at a height,
But the door at the center, is still at level, in my eyesight.
A struggle, is to find someone, when I need to go - poop,
The commode is a climb for me, while the elders helping; stoop.
Know that, I have the amount of energy, to surpass a troop,
Happy to be from morning until sleep-time, in an eternal hoop.
The bed is so large, I think, that it can fit friends - nine,
I struggle in an effort to ascend, to play with the toys of mine,
Insects attract my attention, for they seem pets so small,
Till the day they bite, I realise they are naughty after all.
Everything around me is so giant, to surpass my fear,
Yet, I feel brave, certainly, when someone dear is near,
I pray to God, wholeheartedly, for my desire to be tall,
Or beg all the big people, to create me a world, that is small.
Copyright © Pradipta Roy Choudhury | Year Posted 2017
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