By Sanjognaa Banaji
Men say eloquence must stay true,
From the bottom of the heart to every corner of the mind,
Yet one cannot speak, one cannot think
Of the words that emotions and dreams bind.
‘Tis the difference between factuality and axioms, ignored,
The ignored difference between faith and cowardly fear,
That inures beings towards undying history,
Too human for the thought of never again seeing the precious ephemeral.
One would wonder which contracts the mind of allusions said;
but is the world so grim for treasuring nothing mellifluous?
Is an unseen dream mere child’s play?
Is it the fault of youths or of grown foolish men that medieval never moves past?
Or are those words that never left the tongues of dulcet yet fearful children restricting wonders in this world so vast?
(The poem speaks about the restricting beliefs and cowardice of adults in society, coming from the promising past they have been taught, that prevent children from doing what they wish to do even when that little something has the power to change the world.)