by Raju Peddada

Poetry

(Swans - May 4, 2009)  

A tot's singularity is only natural,
As our mind always seem plural;
With thoughts to purge, and solace to seek,
To the child's milieu, we escape a peek.

I found respite in their innocence,
Concerned, it might get soiled;
Try hard with all my senses,
To prolong what innocence toiled.

We fence in Bambi with lines,
And give them colors to fill;
Then grow bramble in their minds,
For they spill down life's hill.

The child draws from the inside,
While we create superficial outsides;
Filled with forests of platitude,
For them to think it's plentitude.

Lines to lead, and lives to lines,
Forever we engage in towing the pines;
Write we do to save the emeralds,
In acts, we fail to heed the heralds.

Lines of infinity with destinations far,
Fills my soul with tranquility and awe;
Bringing my childhood closer from afar,
Seeing my precocious boy draw.

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About the Author

Raju Peddada is an industrial designer running an eponymous brand, purveyor of ultra luxury furnishings of his own design (see peddada.com). He is also a freelance correspondent/writer for several publications, specializing in commentary, essay, and opinions on architecture, design, photography, books, fashion, society, and culture. Peddada was born in Tallapudi, a small southern town in south India. He's lived in New Delhi and Bombay before migrating to the West Indies and eventually settling in Chicago, Illinois, where he worked in corporate America until he chose to set up his own designing firm. He lives with his family in Des Plaines.

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