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Poem By Aparna Chatterjee

If a starting of something,
Was done by one...
To begin with a doing done.
And at a time one thought,
The doing was fun when that one was young.
Now wishing a starting of fun would stop,
To end to be a doing understood has been dropped.
But...
Chooses and decides to continue to hide,
As if another should seek...
Playing that game unfinished to complete.
Although from the minds,
Games like that have been long left behind.

Why does that 'child' now appearing to be grown,
Remains heard screaming...
'I'm over here. I'm clearly shown.'
But those passing by and know this,
Refuse to care with giving attention noticed.
With many of them wishing a cop comes along,
To arrest this 'Peter' for disturbing the peace.

~What's the matter with you?
Are you a raging lunatic? ~

'No officer.
I just wanted anyone, someone...
To notice me.
I'm not crazy. Really, I'm not.'

~Well...
Apparently you've gotten the attention you sought.
Someone has noticed and wishes you a lesson taught.
Pull up your pants and place your arms behind your back.
I'm going to introduce you to others,
With beliefs they too can scream out like that.~

'You can't arrest me. You can't.
I was just playing around.
But it seems others who once played with me,
Have either left town without me being found.'

~Guess what?
Your 'cover' has been discovered.
And...
Don't consider what I do as an arrest.
Consider this a reservation I have made for you.
At the nearest mental institute,
With others expressing similar druthers.~

'MOMMY? MOMMY? '

~Dear God...
Please let this be the last 'nut' for me today.
Why am I being punished? ~

'Huh?
You?
I'm the one that has done nothing.
MOMMY? MOMMY? '

~It's okay.
It's okay.
I'll give you one of my donuts.~

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