The Truant Child

Ere the denziens of the forest mourn
Ere the muzzein calls
Ere Darkness again steals in
Wherefrom Lachit Borphukan had vanquished it

I would wring my hands
And cast my eyes down
A tussle inevitable
I would prepare for.....

For the truant child,that I am,
cannot any longer ignore..

the lure of the mysteries
the sheer face of the hills
a chance to throw a crooked stone
And chase phantasies that float in its trail

Genuine frustration,
Concern and apprehension
A storm rages through you....

the playground is yonder
and the hills right there
A gentle reprimand...
"what if you stumble...?"

a child I will be
in front of you...

With earnest eyes
and a silent prayer
A promise so solemn
only a child can make....

"I will return soon to you
bruised maybe but stronger and wiser"

(c)Atanu Prasad Sarma