Saturday, February 28, 2009

AT THE AGE OF FIVE

At the age of five
I wanted to be a bird
That soars in the sky
And perches on treetops

But when I saw men
Hound and hunt the birds
I thought it is terrible
To be just a bird.

Then I wanted to be a cobra
That slithers hither, thither
And everywhere.
A cobra that can also standAlign Center
On its tail and spread its hood.

But when I saw men
Kill and skin the snakes
I thought it is terrible
To be a cobra or a boa.

Later I thought of being
The wind in the trees
The winding river on the hillside,
The sand on the seashore,
An idol hidden in a temple,
A bible held in the palms,
Alms in the bowl of a beggar,
A scowling owl in the hollow of a willow
And many many things.

Now that I have grown up and up
I only want to be that kid
Who wanted to be some kind of bird
That soars in the sky
And perches on tree tops.

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