House of cards and castles of sandA Poem by Sanjukta Sen BanerjeeDisillusionment plagues us at every step of our adulthood while as children we learnt to dwell happily with illusions knowing them to be soWhen I built a house of cards I knew it would fall flat before the winds When I made castles on a sea shore I knew they would dissolve in the waves When I read fairy tales I knew the story would end For soon it would be bedtime
Mother you sieved the real from the fake beforehand I still loved the house of cards and castles of sand Asked you over and over again to tell of fairies and their magic wand
When I saw myself all round in a trial room I knew of mirrors that did the trick When a brand new pattern emerged at the turn of hands I knew it was only a toy When superheroes flew and fought villains I knew it was only behind the screen Oh teacher and mother you
sieved the fake from the real beforehand I was still awe struck
with the mirrors and kaleidoscope at
hand And the super heroes and
their acts in wonderland
And then you began speaking
of reality alone Of building real mansions and
kingdoms of my own Losing my shoe and heart to
real princes In a world besotted with me And my images weaving
patterns to my delight For everything would be in
the ambit of my flight
And I chased, I found, I won,
I built Till the winds and waves blew
and broke like before
It was time once more for
tales and acts to end, For mirrors and toys to own
up their tricks Just like in the childhood days And the houses, castles tales,
and patterns As fanciful as then
Mother and teacher you could
not sieve the fake from real beforehand And my heart broke to sand
for the castles and the wonderland
And then one day I remembered As a small girl how Wondered, if I could then,
why not now? Still love the castles and
wonderland Now that I know that all that
is real Can turn fake anytime; beforehand
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1 Review Added on April 25, 2015 Last Updated on April 25, 2015 AuthorSanjukta Sen BanerjeeHyderabad, Telengana, IndiaAboutGod created words and thus had to create men to articulate.Words pronounced in voice or print,in strains or in silence bewitch me...But given that I cant sing and that am too exhausted from speech tha.. more..Writing
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