Thursday, 19 December 2013

      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