The Child’s Dream

He had a voting card,

Which entitled him to press a button,

And pretend to decide the nation’s fate.


He had a driving license too.

The state recognized his right,

To drive to anywhere or nowhere.


They let him crush his time

Into the seat of his office chair,

And even paid him for it.


He played responsibility at home,

Joining the blocks of his wife’s happiness,

And making deposits on his children’s future.


No doubt he was an adult;

But the brambles from the seeds of a child’s dream,

Kept growing in his chest, and choked his soul.

I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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One comment on “The Child’s Dream
  1. Ajay Thakwani says:

    Thank Google, I can still read your Tweets. Sir, there is a famous line of the song called Hotel California – “You can check-out any time you like but you can never leave” same applies with you. Yours truly Ajay Thakwani

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