Please Let Him Hurl by Madathil Rajendran Nair

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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November 07, 2013

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Comments on this Poem

Well put

davidmgunson
11/09/2013 11:48 AM

Thanks a ton, Mohini, RCN and Jaya.

madathilnair
11/09/2013 09:35 AM

Liked the unusual way of looking at mishaps, liked the motivational note given to mother . Optimistic views... nice poem well expressed.

Mohini Gurav
11/09/2013 09:08 AM

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.

R.C.Nair
11/08/2013 08:49 AM

Positive way to look at it :)

Jaya
11/08/2013 07:56 AM

Thanks Kingshuk-ji. Your words are reassuring as another reader thought I was abetting misbehaviour.

madathilnair
11/07/2013 23:02 PM

Wow.....loved it! A splendid, unusual but so thoughtful response!

kingshuk
11/07/2013 23:00 PM

Thanks Ru.

madathilnair
11/07/2013 17:49 PM

excellent..

Rupradha
11/07/2013 12:33 PM

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