** The Sun-Im Proud Of Him **

Tyrannical, horrible, traumatic, ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! That’s what, I’ll say- Juvenescent childhood, as it flowed thro hushed Mississipi, and over her sands, lost its virginity, to delinquent Lolita’s hands over her rough and craggy ravines with all her nefarious desires maligns Decrescent childhood like in some dreaded dream puerile and naïve, of times and things as in an effeminate vision, it seems. Histrionic parents, O that laughing queen! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Can you not hear, those endearing streams As frightful screams. Never have seen nor heard that mightier silence Of his anguished dreams. Sometimes I wonder, raised my hairs, fanned my cheeks, like a tornado as full seaside wind. How can one lust like this? A tremulous lip and suffused reply the man does smile, that too, to one, one’s own little child What oleaginous traumas Still be hanging on That little boy man’s arms Stepmom, stepdad, And nagging wife. My heart so colossal enveloping him, in caskets of diaphanous love. Im glad, to see him, stand out above- One solitary man Stand tall of all that rambled three. In cold and dreamy nights he weeped.those tears As mine too incessantly joins him, A stranger once, but no longer now, A friend more dearer, than I did imagine Like the SUN he rose, in firmament azure, obdurately still, he hid in the mist, behind those clouds, now not dim nor crimson, but like Gods own head, in aura gold and bronzed that will make the breeze, so shy and awry. YES IM PROUD OF HIM Tis my encomium to him. (This poem is specially dedicated to a good friend who had lost his joys of Childhood somewhere along his journey to adulthood. He has found peace and has now become an accomplished persona all by his own efforts and hard work.He is also a poet of repute. He had no support from his parents or step parents. I AM VERY PROUD OF HIM. I hope he will like my humble tribute to him.) This is also for all those children who are traumatized when young, and for those who craved for parental love. ANJALI 17-03-2009