Friday, January 20, 2006

The Child

At the supermarket
a child tugged at my trouser
thinking I was the father

First nervous, then it smiled
I knelt, patted the cheek
and no longer it was meek

It explored my pocket
and played with my pen
with all its fingers ten

Then the mother yelled
"Sammy! Where are you?
Here I am looking for you!"

The child changed hands
angelic eyes fixed on me
as I sat there on my knee

7 comments:

GB! said...

Create an image...load it with feeling...open it up for interpretation...transform it into a canvas with layers of meaning...

Love poetry...love your poem.
Well done!

GB! said...

On second thoughts...dont like the name "Sammy"!!!!

Chinnu said...

But Uncle , you never gave me that pen ...the one I always longed to get from you!sobs :-(
~sammy :))

visithra said...

beautiful ;)

Bishwanath Ghosh said...

GB!, Visithra: Thank you :)

Random Thoughts: The child took away the pen. I have nothing to write with :( I want my pen back! :)

Anonymous said...

Certainly, it is one of the best of your creations. I found this piece of feelings pregnant with so many metaphors/meaning/analogies. Guess it is you at your best. Or maybe there are more surprizes in store :)
As far as pen is concerned, try buying another. ;)

Leya said...

like everyone said this one is certainly nice...i feel it came deep down from your heart and thats what gives it that essence which anyone would love..keep writing.