Shouldn’t we pass it on Like a box of colorful playdough Soft and yielding Making, unmaking Easy on their little hands And mind Or like a magic slate Quick to draw and erase Thoughts, beliefs and point of views To question, reject or align
Instead, we hand it over Like a box of permanent markers Stubborn and rigid Celebrating conformity Silencing dissent Forgetting That it’s personal Faith’s landscape And it’s on them to pick their favorite color To paint it to their heart’s content.
Mitalee Dabral
Mitalee is a mountain soul, her initial years were spent in Uttarakhand in the lap of the Himalayas. She later moved to the northern plains and acquired a degree in English Literature and a post-graduation in Human Resource Management. Somewhere amidst unraveling the corporate conundrum for more than a decade and a half, she found her poetic musings inspired by love, life and relationships longing to come to life. She is the author of the book “Tiny Musings” a collection of poems. Mitalee lives in Bangalore with her husband, her son and a handsome beagle Caesar.
This is one of my favourite poems from Mitalee. For those who have not read her book Tiny Musings, please get it (Amazon or flipkart). If you enjoy poetry, you will definitely enjoy her book.
Lovely poem. Very thoughtful.
This is one of my favourite poems from Mitalee. For those who have not read her book Tiny Musings, please get it (Amazon or flipkart). If you enjoy poetry, you will definitely enjoy her book.