The Cradle

Growing up isn't easy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Brilliant, even as a man-child in the woods,

Carved an empire, the world's first civilization

   While still in the grasp of melodies and rhymes,

    Incredulous, when we perceive the experience now,

    The power of visions on the mind that led him on.

 

Today we call that witchcraft, baseless superstitions,

A fancy of the mind in its infancy, in a world just born,

A native in concept, untrained in the knowledge of true,

Dreamt it up as he went along, a child of a wishful mind,

Retired to a cave when done, an anima, a shadow, Nabu.

 

But as a pioneer of man, he's done extraordinarily well,

Residing in us today, silent as the quintessential child-giant,

He is the phantom of our lives, the first doer and yet unnamed,

Speaking in a hushed tone, such fantasies that he came to be,

Yet at the top of the world, in what he thought was simply home.

 

Guides us now, the ways, an old baby given to rages and despair,

Sometimes tosses us aside like a discarded toy in his play-pen,

Inexplicable as to rationale, sudden and impromptu in speech,

Our man-child, a relation we may despise or try to understand,

In our home, in a world grown fragmented, yet cherishes hope.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

We do not control our thoughts any better now than in days gone by And given the chance we all would return to the lord of the flies

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Ah the human state, isn't it divulged and reasoned in all respects, well done, good read.

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

A good write having good approach of human kind. with regards.

[Muse]

I agree with Leslie's comment below. Your writing requires deeper thinking and thought. You don't write mindless metaphores like I often do. My words are random...I compare it to automatic writing...the thought is there, but can only be correctly interpreted my the writer itself. Your thoughts are carefully planned and prepared. I like this approach....maybe because it is so different from my own.

[Leslie Philibert]

I always take the time to look at Sri`s poems,and I always find intriguing well written poems, perhaps demanding, but writing that forces me to concentrate and is worthy of a careful reading.Like the imagery of the last verse, discarded toy...is great.And old baby is great too,a contradiction that nevertheless combines images that fit together in context of the poem.Good work.

[Sagar Waingankar]

Mere beauty, a reflection of my thoughts when I started understanding things! A hope rises up!