My childhood window

Like so many,

I have never struggled

To bring back youth that was lost,

For, I moved not from my childhood days,

So full of songs of innocence.

Peeping from the frames of an antique

Slow-moving dead past,

With faded torments,

Self-indulgent pity,

I saw a toxic political era,

A sea of scandal,

Where leaders for life view state assets

As their own cash cows

And place gains in international banks

While their poor people starve.

From my river of silence,

I saw men and women,

Hearts parched up,

Sinking slowly in the mire of depression,

Brutalized and victimized,

Standing the test of time,

In the world of collective tangling.

Playing with the butterflies,

In the grassy plains,

With scents of morning shrubs,

Pursuing my dreams

In the world of Superman, Batman,

Green Lantern, Green Hornet,

Spider Man, all connected to green,

I got transported to time and space.

I again opened the window

Of my childhood days

And I saw the fury of aerial bombardment,

The endless treadmill of violence and war,

Seventy thousand men raped

In a year in one land,

Three thousand lives lost in a single war,

Sirens wailing, women and children crying,

Babies fastened to the beaten

Leather breasts of their mothers.

I closed my window,

Never to open it again.

I talked to my teddy bears

And they cried for me.

They held me in their arms

And together we cried.

They burst the boils in my heart

To drain the painful liquid away

While our ship cut

Through the waves of the night.

pramila khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

12 thoughts on “My childhood window

  1. Nalini Srivastava

    I was lost in the reverie of countless memories in the mind of child in me alive and kicking then suddenly the shaking of bitterness about precise comment on political and social …awesome.It was like taking dips in cool pond of childhood innocence after savage heat of adult world realities.

  2. Amita Paul

    A very powerful poem depicting contemporary global reality in unsparingly stark terms while at the same time showing the response to it in a childlike gentle sheltered consciousness . The trope of the window of childhood through which the narrator views the merciless world of so- called adults is very apt .

  3. Chaitali

    A poem depicting the sorry state of affairs. The lines like “Sirens wailing, women and children crying,

    Babies fastened to the beaten/ Leather breasts of their mothers” conjure up vividly the images of peril and helplessness. In contrast, the second part brings solace in the arms of pure childhood images. Very well written.

    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      Dear Chaitali, reading comments by Amita and Nalini made my little childhood heart soft and now reading your comment makes my tears roll down my cheeks, my childhood cheeks which have lots of scars created by this world. Thanks from the core of my little heart.

  4. Brindha Vinodh

    A powerful poem, stark and poignant yet beautiful in the way of its expression and the juxtaposed emotions captured during childhood.

    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      I am thoroughly touched by your warm and lovely comment dear Brindha, I was waiting for your comment, thanks a lot dear.


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