Tender Dream

The class teacher asked me
In fifth standard
What do you want to be
When you grow up?

I said
When I become big
I want to become a scientist
Who makes rockets and atom bombs

The tender dream
From my fifth standard days
Got realized now
In a crackers factory
In the next street

My dear countrymen
Tell me one thing
In a country 
That has so much child labors
How do you say 
That old age homes alone are a sin?

* From the 1998 diary...


  1. Thought provoking poem Bharathi:) Glad i stumbled upon here from indiblogger. Following you from now on. Do check out my site- cloudninetalks.blogspot.com

  2. Thanks Cloud. :)

    Sure. Will do.

  3. wow!! very nice concept!!
    beautiful again

  4. oh no! the dream & the reality! sad that some dreams come true in such a cruel way

  5. Thanks for the comment, Sujatha! Yeah, it does... for some people in our country... unfortunately! :(


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