I, a sprout, spring into youth,
I watch my first bud, callow;
I look the world in the eye,
In pride and dignity I wallow.
But a prying hand thrusts forward,
Tears away my youthful bloom,
And with it my naiveté;
Pain, I bury in my pride’s tomb.
The shoot blossoms into flowers,
The fragrant culmination of life’s wonder.
But my glaring eyes wary of the world,
Seek deliverance from man’s plunder.
A man walks by to enjoy the aroma
That my flowers emanate.
The gardener tends to my fruit;
He cares for me, his touch affectionate.
I wince away, reign my bridled love.
My sapling scars can never heal.
‘Man’, you who took my youth away,
I ask, “Candid rapture, can I ever feel?”
- Ananth and Pritesh
(Dedicated to women. Women have so learnt to live with stares, groping hands, lecherous gestures that they no longer can trust a first glance of genuine care and affection with complete abandon, wary as they have become)
Sandeep said,
February 7, 2009 at 3:56 pm
thumbs up…bravo zulu
karthik said,
February 8, 2009 at 11:48 am
Good one Ananth, and Pritesh ! Captures the feel well. Some of the word usage is v different from what i’ve come across before
SHAMIT said,
February 8, 2009 at 12:07 pm
Amazing work guys! The last line leaves you stunned. Amazing. Period.
Madhurima said,
February 9, 2009 at 1:51 pm
The writing is candid and beautiful! Captures the thoughts extremely well…like the analogy!Super!!
Pritesh said,
February 9, 2009 at 6:17 pm
Thank you Sandeep!
Indeed Karthik, the words are different because Ananth had composed it. Only the initial idea was mine……he built it up and wrote it…..
Thanks Shamit. It’s a feeling Ananth and I feel very strongly about, the inherent fear women live with……the mistrust in them…..
Thanks Madhurima…….I think Ananth now really deserves the almond chocolates I’ve been saving up for him!
He’s written this one VERY well
Chuckie said,
March 3, 2009 at 1:20 pm
First blog I read after wakeup from sleep today!
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Mind Blowing!
Pritesh said,
March 3, 2009 at 8:13 pm
Thanks Chuckie! The credit largely goes to Ananth for putting the idea into words so beautifully!