To Me- As A School Boy

To Me- A School Boy

P K Routray

With two friends, to me one year junior,

myself in the middle back of our teacher

A memory from too old an album

recently from old debris I could fathom.

Pay I my regards to my young teacher

a college student to me four years senior

earning his college dues by teaching us

My both junior friends had career of high status.

Concentration of mine got focused on me

remorsly asking time as to why cruely did it flee.

A sixty eight old talked silently to a boy of thirteen

on subjects, myriad,sensitive with themes umpteen

recollecting the events from the zigzag memory lane

cry this old man longing to go back there as a man insane.

Shameless I dare express at this farewell age

bringing a fistful of them for the readers to savage.

“Hey! you aimed, dreamt and fancied manythings to do

praying,perspiring and practicing in life ahead of you.

What did you deserve and what did you achieve?

How and why did your dame luck smile or deceive?

I as your translator and onlooker here comment on those

painting in lyrics to give life to those dry rhyme less prose.

You fancied to top everywhere from sports to academy

arts, craft, music and every walk of life you just peep in.

All laurels on earth would fall on you leaving none close bye.

Dame luck and the divine power, of you should never fight sigh.

You dreamt to be pride of parents, family, village and country of your own

ultimately bagging all awards instituted on the earth, leaving for others none.

But dream and fancy gradually ebbed down with time

I vow when in me you grew up I never nipped the dream of prime

In the decade following this day

Bye bye to your class room course you had to say

ending your dream of reading everything in the curriculum

to mend your family and yourself earn you obeying the social system.

Following the academy course you ignored your other fancied fields

could not excel you there as the magic you sought, dame luck did not yield.

You reshaped your dream and fancy cutting each of its size

There you also failed to achieve a quarter of them with tear in your eyes

Dame fortune did not dance to the tune of your fancy and whim

singling out you as only one of zillions without any reason or rhyme.

You got adjusted to the philosophy that governs the creation

at right moment He gives the right thing that is known to none.

After decades you built your family expanding your entity

trying to shape their fate over ruling Him where you lost your entity.

I beg apology that I could not achieve your dreams, fancies over our life span

but whatever happened was destined to happen, deviate none can.

 

( N> B This photo of mine is of the year 1962 the poem is long. Please excuse for the length.)