A Bird's View
( Just came across one of my old note books and found this. Written atleast 25 years ago,it should sound childish, out-dated and silly to some. But to me, it still makes sense.Strange, but not so strange after all! Here it is , once again, without any editing. i dont want to spoil a little girl's water colour)
Oh I saw the photograph the other day
Of the beautiful earth along the milky way
Taken by a spaceship
That was on a scientific trip.
Is this what you see from up there?
Is this the view you get of the sphere?
Is this what the birds see by day?
Is this really my earth that looks so gray?
Oh if only, if only I could be a bird
So that I could devour the beautiful world!
So what if I get shot down by the hunter
Dont we all have to burn into cinder.
Ah My hunter would be the best marksman
None but the best would break my talisman
And who knows!
My fall may even cause
A poet on his way to pause ,
And thus inspire an epic
Which might become more than a relic
Come to think of it,
Isnt that death of that bird
More honourable than the life of the girl
Unseen hunters at every corner
Fear in mind,
Bitterness in mouth
Eternally bleeding between the thighs
And a bleeding heart trembling with sighs
Oh I saw the photograph the other day
Of the beautiful earth along the milky way
Taken by a spaceship
That was on a scientific trip.
Is this what you see from up there?
Is this the view you get of the sphere?
Is this what the birds see by day?
Is this really my earth that looks so gray?
Oh if only, if only I could be a bird
So that I could devour the beautiful world!
So what if I get shot down by the hunter
Dont we all have to burn into cinder.
Ah My hunter would be the best marksman
None but the best would break my talisman
And who knows!
My fall may even cause
A poet on his way to pause ,
And thus inspire an epic
Which might become more than a relic
Come to think of it,
Isnt that death of that bird
More honourable than the life of the girl
Unseen hunters at every corner
Fear in mind,
Bitterness in mouth
Eternally bleeding between the thighs
And a bleeding heart trembling with sighs
posted by Achinthya at 9:46 PM
20 Comments:
Hi Achinthya,
Hasnt the girl grown up?
If thsi was written 25 years ago, how old is the girl now?
Should a small girl be writing this?
Nicely written.. irrespective of the time it was written, it sure makes perfect sense. thoughts well put down.
Also reminds me of one of my all time favorite books by Jonathan Livingston - Seagull.
Umechi..very nicely written. what depth in those words, as always u left me spellbound..unearth more poems and share with us plz. waiting to hear more..
Dear Anonymous,
Certain small kids always lie dormant within us till the moment we r put to rest. Let her be.Growing up can be painful too.
U seem annoyed at the girl for writing something which probably doesnt sound palatable to you. But u have nothing to say aboutwhat probably could have been the cause for this ? Strange!
nyneishia,
Thanks, yeah, i thought so too.
Gull?hahaha u sure had her there,May be she WAS a little gullible then, like most girls of 15.
ML, thankss...as always,you are too good to me. Oh the book is too dusty!
nice. I am a fan of these thoughts that come from the child.
Given a choice to listen to a child or a philosopher, I would listen to a child..
WIsh I could read the rest of the book
Nalakumaar,
Thanks . AS I said earlier, the book is covered by dust, and Im growing allergic to dust from the past.
Child is the father of man...Said Wordsworth.
Hope the one whom u have fathered wont ever have to come out with bitterness at an early age. For a daughter, her best friend is her dad.(My achan was/still is my all-time hero)Be with her.
Love to the lil one at home and her dad and mom
"Child is the father of man..."
This flashed my mind while I commented earlier. In fact I am reminded of it daily as I learn each day..
allergy! achinthyakkalle allergy ulloo, njangalkkilla.. aa book thanneekoo njangaL vaayicholaam :)
athilonnuullyaa nalakumaaraa...athavade irunnotte.urangunna simhathe unartharuthu...(Jayan style)
Go back to ur class at home.
Love
appo puli alla singamaayirunnulley..
shedaaa... ithenthoru kashtaaNE...
aa paavam kazhutha kaNNaadeel oru simhathintem puliidem okke image kandu aaSwasichOTTeNNE...
manOraajyathilalle vallyambraanaavaan pattu?
achachhoooo... njaan late aayi poyeelo ivide...No comment on the poem, coz the ignorant Jo don't know how to appreciate poetry in English. But from the others comments, I guess its wonderful. Keep posting more!!
Jochuluu,
Vaaa, vanna kaalil nikkaaNte akathekku.
Ente jochulu,
just like u, I too was rather touched when these people were kind enough to call this a poem.Ofcourse it was an attempt at versification. But a mere fledgling.
Luvvuluuu
me too late to meet this blog.. nice writign.. especially the thoughts.... tiz not fancy compliment umechchi.... really nice... now, i am a fan of u :)
Eeeeekkkk...dontbe sooo generous with your compliments , son.
anyway thanks.
Hello Achinthya,
It would have been indeed an injustice to the girl of 15 who penned out this poem if the older self had elected to edit her well thought out and beautifully crafted 'words'manship. I greatly enjoyed the time I spent wandering through your blog.
Sincerely,
Kesi
Kesi,
Welcome and thanks for being here. No I let the lil one be.She is grinning a victorious smile and saying, I told u...
Thank you for being good to us (eeeeeeeeeeeekkkkk dont tell me I remind u of Sybil Dorsett)
Love and Peace
I followed back from your post on my blog. Thanks for the correction, it's been duly edited.
Have you met Ms. Padma Subramaniam. I must confess I knew very little of her till I read of her research in an article.
Wonderful, nice, excellent, superb...
Sorry! I can't describe the emotions as I made the terrible, probably permissible, mistake of thinking beyond the concerns. In my own way I could understand it and with that credentials (and that only), I must say that it was good. It is good and deserve more than pass marks. Why does such a post remind me that I am the father of a three year old daughter? Why does it leave a pain and fear in my heart too?
By the way, thanks for your comments in my blog. Interestingly, it inspired me to write something more.
I did read all the posts, mainly because of curiosity and partly because I had time, and want to observe a moment of silence for the very few ones I didn't like (read understand?) and the time for writing this comment for all other posts.
I was thinking world was much better 25 years ago!
Saambaarkumaar,
Have I met her? Dont ask such cruel questions. At my luckiest , I have touched her feet a couple of times, once at Chennai and the next time at Thrissur, and at other instances, I have spent hours sitting wide-eyed, open-mouthed at the lady's graceful body-language and technical as well as instinctive knowledge of Indian Classical dance.No, its not Bharathanatyam, she calls it Bharathanritham.
ManjaadikkiLimainaaa,
thanks for the comlpliments. I think u put my post in the category of superlatives because of the identification that u mentioned. Yes , there are perfect engineers, doctors,singers , lawyers, perfect this and perfect that aplenty. But its becoming tougher to come by a good parent, forget the perfect one. Be there for her ,by her side , always.She has noone else but u to take care of her. She is too small, a kid , Suresh. Kids are innocent, and they trust easily.Its this innocence and trust thats being exploited later by the predator.Keep her close to ur heart.
Perinodakumaar,
Oh yes, the good old times! A sure sign of ageing. Darling, isnt it what the older people of every generation say, regardless of the period ?"Those were the days..."baaah...
I dont believe that there were any dearth of vultures even in stone -age. The girl wrote it 25 years ago, may be she got hurt much earlier! Would u swoon at that? No kutta.Its all the same. We are just another pack of animals that do not work on the basic discipline of most animals.
Love and peace to all
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