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Theme: Anger |
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Please Let Him Hurl
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by Madathil Rajendran Nair |
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A boy
Hardly five
Threw a tomato at me
On a crowded Tamil street
It hit my chest and splashed
A constellation of yellow stars
On my blue T-shirt
His mother admonished
And chided him in harsh words
She poured herself on me
With profuse apology
I told her not to worry
Her ward didn’t do anything wrong
He might bowl for the country
In the future and bring laurels
In international cricket
Or rather he will pick cudgels
And hit out against injustice
When a mother or sister
Or the weak or underprivileged
Is violated on our uncertain land
Keep him hurling mom
And let him grow
So that our weaknesses
And unjust excesses
Never go unopposed
Or unanswered
Let the spark in him
Be a brilliant flame
And guide us ahead
With its splashy glow |
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07-Nov-2013 |
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Comments on this Poem
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Well put
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Thanks a ton, Mohini, RCN and Jaya.
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Liked the unusual way of looking at mishaps, liked the motivational note given to mother . Optimistic views... nice poem well expressed.
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Another Sachin or a real fighter against injustice(unfortunately, there is none at the moment in our country) in the making! Madathil Saheb, you have drawn the incident beautifully. Keep on writing.
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Positive way to look at it :)
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Thanks Kingshuk-ji. Your words are reassuring as another reader thought I was abetting misbehaviour.
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Wow.....loved it! A splendid, unusual but so thoughtful response!
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Thanks Ru.
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excellent..
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