‘Alone’ by Edgar Alan Poe


by Edgar Alan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

“A child and the butterfly” by Arun.J

A child is like a butterfly in the open……..
It flies swiftly around meadows , plants,flowers and follows the beautiful morning rays of sun shone on the little
pink flowers,
It is not bound to any restrictions- As free as the blowing wind.
She flies happily in her own path…
A path she chooses on her own.
It remembers its days in the cocoon, gaining wings and strength to face the world.

Children in the early years are like the larvae in their cocoon.
And the cocoon, I believe, is EDUCATION, without which, a child is like a boat in the mighty ocean without an oar.
Bad education is a flawed cocoon. Luckily, the butterfly builds its own cocoon
but we ought to build one for our children and children’s children. Why not build a better one….?

“Desolate young child” by Arun.J

A child is born, rejoice, but remember, that for every child, it’s mother is not just a mother, not just a care taker but the first teacher. The parents need realize this or, insanity, as the child writes, a few years later, comes creeping in… He knows not what it means but he feels it. He learns what he sees and lives. He seeks answers and wanders in the mighty ocean of life without an oar. An incompetent first teacher teaches him to teach for himself. Though facts are widely know, it is common to see people with traumatic childhood because of the incompetency I just mentioned. The person becomes a child’s child because the former child knows not the lessons she need learn in life. Such is the foremost reason the latter child gives as the root cause of the creeping insanity. The child feels like Alice’s Hatter. From the world he learns, not just good but bad, but still doesn’t realize it. Aeons pass and he realizes everything but his path, to be “ back to normal ” he says, haunts him to death, but he fights back valiantly and blooms again armed with sweet memories, bitter lessons, and sour depression pills…. searching… for a new meaning to his life.  depresseed child