A Moment Remembered

                        

The wonderful toys receded away

The child moved on with insatiable hunger

In his eyes, following the parsimonious parents

I was following him, keeping a sharp lookout

Without his knowledge of course

Until he lost trace of his parents

In that teeming hundreds of the village fair

Aw look at his panic stricken face

Oh how he is grieving his loss

Of the greatest gifts of God, his parents

‘Ma’m, the village is so small

He’ll find his parents’…say my pupils

Snapping my reverie…….’of course he will,

Mulk Raj Anand’s Lost Child’* I answer

And become a lost child myself

My heart secretly mourning

 For my father, in the classroom…..

*Mulk Raj Anand was a renowned author and critic of India. Most of his stories are based on the life of the toiling masses of India. Lost Child is a short story included in the English syllabus of secondary education in West Bengal.

Posted for Poetry Jam, Poetry Pantry @ PU & Real Toads