Children are children
as long as they
are left alone.
They turn adults,
I mean in behaviour
when tutored.
Obvious. as I delineate
a small child very loving
as could be
a week back, behaves
odd recently, distances altogether
shows no recognition.
Incredible it is. Hard to
understand, harder still
to find a reason.
An attitude strange
but true. I am naive.
unaware of such nuances.
2 replies on “Unexpected”
Beautiful poem on children Meena. Reminds me of my favorite quote by Neil Postman ~ “Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see”!
Thanks.
Thanks, A verbatim