a thousand feet,
heaps of ashes and dust,
amassed with plenty of
weeds and grass tufts,
right there is my animal,
leashed, harrased and harnessed.
It urged me to set it free.
Scared, I mutilated its genitals.
Reckless it was then
and it shrieked with pain.
Injured and hurt,
it cried for help.
I slashed its tongue.
It is mum now,
but my neurons are anxiety filled,
because once auto healed,
Its urge to unfetter will start breathing again.
Dear parents and dear teachers,
I know I’m a bad boy. I’m so rude and disobedient. I don’t follow your instructions. I don’t do the assignments and the homework.
But I’m honest. I try to do my homework. I try to do my assignments, but someone pushes inside my chest cavity. S(he) says, “go and run. Run and jump over the park bench”. Then I run. I get injured a bit but I feel happy that time.
Teacher, when you teach me, my eyes look out of the window pane. My eyes want to look at the
flowers- pink, yellow, purple, white….. wow! They are of so many colors! Even my color box has not so many colors! Then my
heart says, “paint.”, and I want to
paint these flowers on my notebook. I want to fly high in the sky with the birds and with the paint brush in my hand. I want to make the birds more colorful. I want to paint green and maroon patches on the bodies of white cranes. How beautiful will they look!
You all feel proud of M, my elder brother. I want to be like him, sometimes. He is so obedient,isn’t he? I try it hard, but I can’t do this. So, please don’t scold me. Please don’t punish me.
Dad and Mom, I want to be a painter. Please let me do this. Please let me bloom, otherwise I will fade down. Please don’t chop my wings because I have to fly high, upto the infinite. With the birds. But if you don’t let me do so, it’s OK then. I will be still loving you all. I can’t hate you.