Sunday, September 18, 2011

"In His Lost Childhood..."




In the lost childhood, his youth was lost
Cued by fuss and the cortège near.
Who brewed him, baked him and pampered him
And upon him riches like hail stones they lavished.
When the old must tell stories, of men and women of valour.
They nodded in glee his wallows and escapades galore.
 For they cherished it like stories of Camelot.

Wenches, wine and speeding cars – the spirits that enriched him!
 And riches like as for the Romans, but stealthily devoured him
Inheritance vile and the past wretch eclipsed
By riches of gold  those any man will envy.
And they brewed him, baked him and pampered him
In his spoiled childhood, his youth was lost.

11 comments:

NRIGirl said...

Yes, they did! Brewed him, baked him and pampered him...

KParthasarathi said...

Beautifully said

Mélange said...

Yes,childhood defines one's youth and future.It's decisive.Nice one .

Sandy said...

I find this a bit on the sad side of things because it seems he never learned to BECOME what was inside him as it was done for him from all of the brewing, baking, and pampering. Great conversation piece here. Many will not agree on this..

adithyasaravana said...

from the time I finished my MBBS and was working in various places.. not to mention of 3 private medical colleges among them..
I still see such brewed , baked, pampered children.. whose parents have took a fancy to make them doctors..though there are many responsible kids too..
they live as if there is no tomorrow, and spend time as if there are no exams.. which is the only decisive thing once a year, though there are lots of pressure from management to pass almost all of them..they don't know that the real exams awaits after their degree..
once i sat to clear the chaff out of the grains, and now, they don't make me examiner in my college.. ha ha...I feel relieved..

anilkurup said...

! NRIGirl/@ KParthasarathi/ @ Melange/@Sandy/@ Adhityasaravanan.

This attempt of an amateur at again penning poetry has not been rebuked . ha thanks.

The response to the theme has been almost on similar lines.

To tell you all I have never in my memory posted a blog post that was pure fictional. There has always been a protagonist dead or alive and from my experience knowing or hearing about them.,This one is one such who also cognates to my spouse.

If we sit back and write from recollections of people, places and incidents we know and have heard and about ourselves too, there will be a repository of terrific matters to write.
A lot of skeletons all around will dance out of the closet!

Insignia said...

Anil,

You dont have to write fictions when interesting subjects and stories are all around, isnt it?

I just finished reading "A tale of two Indians" my first ever read by a debutant Indian author. The story is of a rich spoilt NRI brat. I got reminded of the story reading these lines.

As for your lines, its sure conveys what you would want to say in crisp clear words.

anilkurup said...

@ Insignia,

Yes life and what happens is as some said stranger than fiction. Moreover to write fiction one has to have imagination , and that is my nemesis- lack of imagination.
I remember this funny comment the class teacher wrote in Aravind's ( my son's) report book in Kindergarten," She wrote-Imagination Nil.
he must have taken after me ha ha!

Arun Meethale Chirakkal said...

Beautifully said, It may be true of this particular person to be lost utterly. But there are those who make comebacks, quite surprisingly/ A rare phenomenon though.

anilkurup said...

@ Arun Meethale Chirakkal,

I guess you have heard the story of the man who in an inexplicable and gruesome move before he was hanged for his crimes , crunch hard with his teeth on his mother's ear and bites off a chunk. Because he was sore that his plight was accentuated by his mother's indulgence towards his petty crimes in childhood.

Ruprekha said...

Wonderful poem! Today's pressurized life of a child is beautifully narrated. How true! Yet, sometimes lack of 'brewing,baking and pampering' does seem to spoil a child.