i just wrote my English board exam.
i shouldnt be here as i have a rather imporant and daunting subject called Physics lined up next for me.
i wrote an essay about my dear Krishna.
i wrote an essay about Oscar Wilde's "The Selfish Giant", but if you read it here, you will know what i meant.
And since my mind keeps wandering back to the wonderful experience that Wilde must have had when he wrote this, the spell-binding effect it had on me when i was paraphrasing his ideas...
What my version of Wilde's giant would have told the little boy Krishna...
You look like any other boy-
Yet, You have played with my heart like a toy!
You look like any other little boy-
But, i guess this whole thing was Your ploy!
You stand so majestic, teasing my senses,
Your eyes in a smile so exquisite, perplexing my tenses,
Your hands on Your hips, You pretend You are a kid small-
But, oh! Now, i see we are Your kids all!
The hands with which You drive us puppets,
Oh! You flung them about me in a loving caress!
That day, You planted a kiss upon my undeserving cheek-
And, ever since, nothing else could i seek!
O my dear little boy!
How i have longed to play with You!
Playing, dancing, cheering- o! with these ideas i have toyed!
O! Did i know i was Your toy?
These flowers sprung up when they touched Your feet-
Seeing You, my heart was awoken from its evil sleep-
Today, this heart that loves You has in front of You kneeled
Begging Your mercy, Hoping You won't again fleet!