Shamik Banerjee is a poet and poetry reviewer from the North-Eastern belt of India. He loves taking long strolls and spending time with his family. His deep affection with Solitude and Poetry provides him happiness.
The grown child now wears furrows on his cheeks; A happy world he knew once, now he shrieks wretchédly for his childhood's face is gone and immersion youth's ocean, is done. "I shall", says he, "soon be with the Lord's light, at foreshores deep and station'd 'tween the sight of fire and flake; where mortal world's abridged sail cannot reach till its dear life is sieged; Now, at his harbour,with this shortened time, he obtains the most of each chance and prime and honours his chest which yet does bestow, gentle breathing-sagging and dipping slow, receives this life though it's tenure is small, to repute gladly, till Death does befall.
About The Poem,’The Grown Child’: This poem talks about a serious realisation I had in my childhood,from third person’s viewpoint.This poem talks about a child’s early awakening to the reality of mankind’s existence.He understands that one day,he will die and be away from the dualities of life (fire and flake,high and low). As soon as he realises this, his playful juvenility vanishes and he no longer remains immersed in youth because this thought sheds his state of being young from his mind’s perspective. He becomes mature prior to reaching adulthood and learns to make the most of each moment, optimally before this short life is taken from him. He appreciates his state of being alive and also harmonizes with the fact that one day, Death Will Befall On Him.Explanation of the Poem by Shamik Banerjee
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