To A Child Prodigy Out Of Sight Poem by Saratchandra Sahoo

You are a slip of a girl,
Nature’s exquisite handiwork,
now out of my sight,
though not out of mind.

Nature overindulges you:
when you are in her arms,
leaves rustle;
the branches of trees
brush against one another;
water begins to lap
at the lake,
at your feet;
birds leap out of their beds,
leaving their fledglings;
and begin chirping;
the cascade discharges
its emotions
greater than usual;
there begins the dance of flowers,
and the whole surrounding area
looks bright and breezy.

Everything is for you, my sweetie.

I wish I had been in teens
like you, frolicking
on the rippling sands
of my village river
to wriggle free
out of my world absolutely
shattered and devastated.

Never ever trust the grown-ups
with whom everything sour and tainted
always taste sweet and succulent,
till you become your own woman.