ARRESTED INNOCENCE

 

 

She brought him to this park, warily the first time

Her son, whose mind had for long ceased to grow,

At odds with his body, now that of a man

With the innocence of childhood, his face all aglow

 

Awkwardly approaching the children around

Asking them if they would let him play too

The words were garbled, an effort to speak

His gait always clumsy and his face askew       

 

Children can be cruel, but their hearts are so pure

At first they harassed him with sadistic glee

But soon he was just another happy child in the group

His mind was arrested but his soul was so free

 

It all happened one evening, sometime in May

He was playing at the park, just that once until late

Spotted a familiar looking woman in the distance

Heading in a hurry for the nearest exit gate

 

Thinking it was his mother, he ran towards her

Shouting in his own noisy language of fear

Scared he was being left behind on his own

His arms were flailing, his cheeks drenched in tears

 

It was dark, she was facing the other way around

So he grabbed at her dress to get her attention

Fearing the worst, she turned, screaming in horror

Suddenly, it was too late for any explanation

 

They took him away to the local asylum

Called him violent and dangerous to society at large

Shock treatments and drugs to keep him sedated

The sparkle in his eyes, now just a distant mirage

 

His mother still comes to the park sometimes

Alone in her sorrow, her helplessness and pain

The children are playing, the sounds are the same

But for her and her son, everything has changed!

 

SWATI CHADNRAN

 

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