The bloodied cape
Childhood’s nothing but a veil,
Dreams of infancy that never sail;
On the oceans of maturity and responsibility.
Yesterday aspired to be a super-hero,
Tomorrow is the villain-
Crushing the confused but headstrong present
Till it bends down,
Subservient.
Alphabets of profanity, running
Downwards and upwards,
To and fro,
Defying gravity or going along with it…
Dazed, hallucinated, confused, intoxicated.
The cape, which used to fly high and free;
Now perfectly wraps the shame
Of the nine to five submission
The yesterday’s boy is now a dubious slave
Salvaging life, or what’s left of it;
From a subterfuge
Red with anger,
Green with envy,
Blue with jealousy,
Black with depression.
Life’s nothing but a palette of colors
Handed out to an inept painter
For life makes an artist of us all
The cape now bloodied
Lay on the dirt, yet to occupy
Another boy’s imagination
Till there’s nothing but sheer frustration
Coupled with failure.
Growing up is a necessary evil
Of sorts…
© Biswadeep
Image courtesy- Will O Lamp
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