A tiny fragile child I used to hide from probing eyes
I could not relate to all those gals and guys
I couldn’t run fast, I couldn’t play ball
While trying high jump I’d often fall
I was not at all in their league
I was an alien to all my colleagues
So I turned into an introvert
Could not afford to get more hurt
Started weaving my dreams around me
Though some realities had bound me
Fantasies were my protective fabric
I’ve survived through their magic
Hence this cocoon is my precious refuge
Shielding me from distressing deluge
Let me grow up and be strong,
Then I’ll come out and join the throng
Till then I’m here safe and sound
Confined in celestial ground
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India
This is a reality that Ms Dixit has pointed out very nicely in her poem. Many youngsters do become introverts because of peer pressure & comparison so in a cocoon they live.
Nicely written with care for the childhood days to be reserved for full enjoyment!
Those days never return, and let the children be spared to take part in the activities of ‘their’ world and be free of trials which they can and will face when the time arrives!
Let us not clip their wings, but facilitate their smooth ‘fly’ without hindrance!