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Articles: Poetry | The Child who slapped me
- Viplove K
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I loved myself, loved myself than any
I loved this I; I am my Beloved.
I loved everyone and everything which belong to this I
I loved my parents, friends, wife
disappointed me never they; loved me in return
Birth to this I gave my parents
I showed my gratitude with comforts for them
Love is made to feel by a woman with her body like a sense
I gave her the pride of being my wife
My blood took to a shape; my life did bud
I am born again where this I is still alive
My childhood appeared live infront of me
He smiled just like I did, cried like me
I loved the child; life mine is in him
He loved icecream than me
I always fancied to show the world my love to him
Oneday it rained; as heavily as it can wipe all my arrogance away
with his cry, little I competed the rain, for an iceream
it is a great chance, I thought for me
to let the world know how much I loved me
Rain drops melted icecream in his hands
water mixed with its flavour slid down
little ponds of rainwater on the road whitened with icecream
A little child, as little as my one
looked upon them hungry;
lean is his body and bony is his face
bowed down to kneel, he tasted white creamywater in dirty pond
Astonished at the sight, little I asked
'Why cant an icecream be in that child's hands??'
'He is not mine' said I
Deep thoughts surfaced in my child's eyes
a glow of divinity appeared around him
'Are we all not one God's children? Are we all not related??'
My arrogance was slapped with his words
My selfishness got humiliated with his innocence
A change took birth in my thoughts
a death happenned; for the I.
We lived. WE only live
and its only WE who will live.
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