The Lost Child In Man Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

There was time long ere civilisation,
Man's heart missed a few beats whenso he saw
Early dawn's dewdrops, dusk's dazzling rainbow,
Time was when with Ma Nature he felt one.

Time was he was a nature-loving child,
When butterflies, rainbows belonged to him,
At season's first rainfall when he danced wild,
Stars were his friends, as was a dancing stream.

Matchless remained his child-like innocence,
His own he felt was life's passing moment,
Hailed by heaven, as if for him ‘lone sent,
Unhurried he lived, fuller his presence.

Marching ahead, moving up to meet wisdom,
How much has man missed, how much more he'll still?
Winning his cause, building a lofty kingdom,
Lost has he his child-like magical thrill.

Oh, where's the child that on the way he lost?
Where's gone freedom to wander with free will?
How dear hast so-called civil in him cost?
How much down-hill shall this man tumble still?
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Reflections | 02.09.04 |