Tuesday, November 26, 2013

The Boy

Child is father of the man,
Here is a child, bent with weight.
A bag slung on the back with the books of knowledge,
Treading a weary path, 
Dreams and hopes for a better morrow.
Wish he grows up to be
A responsible citizen,
Imbibed with values to bring a change
To the chaos around,
Making the world a treasure house
Of peace and happiness.



The Boy: Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt 27 November 2013

4 comments:

KParthasarathi said...

A nice poem full of hope and positivity.

But what struck me was the phrase'bent with weight'.A way must be found to get rid of this back- breaking burden without compromising the quality of education.

Kalpana Solsi said...

the last two lines send a strong message of hope. and yes I too agree with KP's suggestion of doing away with the weight on the back without compromising with quality of education.

Michelle Liew said...

I agree, education has become more burdensome than fulfilling. Indeed, he is bent with weight.

dreamzandclouds said...

Nice poem :)
Do check my take on the prompt here – http://wp.me/p2Aqoq-i5