CHILD 

The things were too complex 

And when the spectacle 

Moved in front of my eyes

I looked at them

In utter amazement.

When I was a child

Every thing

Even simple things 

Looked amazing

And I looked at them in wonder, 

My eyes wide open.

I had no inclination then

To know what was what 

Simple amazement 

A sense of wonder 

And it kept me away

From my hunger 

And my need for my mother

Mind was stirred 

With strange passions

And eyes, with stranger visions.

Now when I am grown up

And going down the drain,

When I have known so much 

Written so much, debated so much 

When people call me a pseudo philosopher 

And listen to me with open mouths

And shutless winks

They know out of my wisdom

I shall tell them some secret of living. 

I find reduced to a child before the spectacle

That is moving in front of my eyes.

I can’t decipher why there is disparity 

Why there is poverty 

Why gods do not listen 

And why men stoop low

These questions have a ride

Morning and evening like 

The military unit of a tyrant,  

And scared, I turn a child, 

Incapable of standing up to these 

Stratagems of evil, hunger, and deception.