A Child's Paradise

Thursday, March 31, 2005 | 4 comments

by

Alakananda Sengupta



(written during the Iraq war)

A display of fireworks lighting up the sky night after night;
Cherry bombs exploding in celebration of everything that's right;
Everyday a holiday - no school to attend, no homework to complete;
The entire world a playground, with toys, and packets of food to eat
Falling from the sky.

No parents to scold you, no aunts and uncles to complain anymore
About your childish misdeeds - no restrictions, no responsibilities to fulfil as before
Towards them; the entire world is in mayhem - freedom and liberty for all...
And but for the fear, the pain and the sorrow, you could truly call
This a child's paradise!
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4 Comments:

very nicely written ...

By Anonymous Anonymous, at April 02, 2005 6:56 AM  

wonderful piece!

By Blogger BD, at April 07, 2005 2:31 AM  

beautiful poetical irony..

By Blogger Malik Hakem al-Baqara, at April 12, 2005 7:18 AM  

Alakananda - are you the one who studied Sherwood Hall school, chennai?

-Arjuna

By Anonymous Anonymous, at May 01, 2005 2:41 PM  

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