Post by Jay Gandhi (engineering poet!) on Jun 7, 2009 12:54:12 GMT -5
Where is the kid?
In a closet tucked deep down inside
Behind the jealousy, beneath the ambition,
Under the pain, besides the hatred-
There resides a naïve young kid.
In the race to earn the larger bread,
Speeding past the ethics, overtaking the family,
Sweating the health, burning the content-
Somewhere lost is a naïve young kid.
After chasing the horizon 3/4th of life
Failing to buy a house, cribbing over recession,
Abusing the boss, fighting with every human-
A quest begins to find a naïve young kid.
Irony of losing sleep to try gain peace,
Is that when I realize, to be a kid again, and
Fly a kite with a street-kid, my grandson says,
“My grandpa is like a naïve young kid!”
