Tyrannical, horrible, traumatic, ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
That’s what, I’ll say-
Juvenescent childhood, as it flowed thro
hushed Mississipi, and over her sands,
lost its virginity, to delinquent Lolita’s hands
over her rough and craggy ravines
with all her nefarious desires maligns
Decrescent childhood
like in some dreaded dream
puerile and naïve, of times and things
as in an effeminate vision, it seems.
Histrionic parents, O that laughing queen! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Can you not hear, those endearing streams
As frightful screams.
Never have seen nor heard
that mightier silence
Of his anguished dreams.
Sometimes I wonder, raised my hairs,
fanned my cheeks, like a tornado as
full seaside wind.
How can one lust like this?
A tremulous lip and suffused reply
the man does smile, that too,
to one, one’s own little child
What oleaginous traumas
Still be hanging on
That little boy man’s arms
Stepmom, stepdad,
And nagging wife.
My heart so colossal
enveloping him, in caskets of
diaphanous love.
Im glad, to see him,
stand out above-
One solitary man
Stand tall of all
that rambled three.
In cold and dreamy nights
he weeped.those tears
As mine too incessantly joins him,
A stranger once, but no longer now,
A friend more dearer, than I did imagine
Like the SUN he rose, in firmament azure,
obdurately still, he hid in the mist,
behind those clouds, now not dim nor crimson,
but like Gods own head, in aura gold and bronzed
that will make the breeze, so shy and awry.
YES IM PROUD OF HIM
Tis my encomium to him.
(This poem is specially dedicated to a good friend who had lost his joys of Childhood somewhere along his journey to adulthood. He has found peace and has now become an accomplished persona all by his own efforts and hard work.He is also a poet of repute. He had no support from his parents or step parents. I AM VERY PROUD OF HIM. I hope he will like my humble tribute to him.)
This is also for all those children who are traumatized when young, and for those who craved for parental love.
ANJALI
17-03-2009
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