From Baby to Body
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From Baby to Body
Unmistaken factual school records
called him Radha Krishna.
A name lit his mom’s mind when
she felt his violent knocks
hit her tenebrous womb.
‘Kish’ he was to friends and
Radha, to the bonding family.
But, became a Peria [big] Krishna
when the family domain bore and
brought many more Radha Krishnas.
It was the time of youth when he
had a writer blooming on his self.
So, he chose ‘Rakish’ as his non de plume
giving vent to his fragile thoughts,
feeding in his new avatar.
Past youth, Time saw him
slogging in a decrepit concern
toiling for family bread- when
he became a crank to the colleagues
a goopy and loony to the boss.
‘that Soman’s granddad,
that ugly oldie, and
that deaf blind cat’ were the new
sobriquets he now got crowned with
when Time ravaged his youth,
making wholes in his handsome demeanor.
Dead in a wintry morning
succumbing to heart attack, Radha
was in a hospital, lying in repose.
Swarming over his home, asked
His friends and relatives:
“When the BODY will arrive”?
[Oh! My God! From Baby to Body how many sobriquets we get along in our life]
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RE: From Baby to Body
Unmistaken factual school records
called him Radha Krishna.
A name lit his mom’s mind when
she felt his violent knocks
hit her tenebrous womb.
‘Kish’ he was to friends and
Radha, to the bonding family.
But, became a Peria [big] Krishna
when the family domain bore and
brought many more Radha Krishnas.
It was the time of youth when he
had a writer blooming on his self.
So, he chose ‘Rakish’ as his non de plume
giving vent to his fragile thoughts,
feeding in his new avatar.
Past youth, Time saw him
slogging in a decrepit concern
toiling for family bread- when
he became a crank to the colleagues
a goopy and loony to the boss.
‘that Soman’s granddad,
that ugly oldie, and
that deaf blind cat’ were the new
sobriquets he now got crowned with
when Time ravaged his youth,
making wholes in his handsome demeanor.
Dead in a wintry morning
succumbing to heart attack, Radha
was in a hospital, lying in repose.
Swarming over his home, asked
His friends and relatives:
“When the BODY will arrive”?
[Oh! My God! From Baby to Body how many sobriquets we get along in our life]
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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.