Innocence And Experience Reprised Poem by Ramit Chakraborty

I see so many innocent faces
On the streets, in metro stations, buses, cars, trams etc,
Faces so calm, so pure, so sacred
That they inspire me to live once again,
To hope, to dream of new possibilities;
An image of a laughing child says so much to me
Than the whole philosophy itself,
The rhythmic fall of a dry leaf is more beautiful than Beauty itself,
The flowing hair of a maiden girl is more spiritual than the whole spirituality itself,
But sometimes I do have fears.
Because I have seen those innocent faces hardened into grotesque patterns, their features turned into that of a beast,
The laughing child now is a local mafia,
That maiden girl with her pretty face has become a third class prostitute,
So the game is not yet over,
It's on, it was always on and it will be on,
The game of turning the innocents into the awakening of the evil within the self,
That black identity of human nature, the Geraldinian shame.
The tyger with its burning, bright eyes is still at large in the forest.........

Creating a fearful symmetry.


Ramit
01.04.17