Little Wild Child

Little wild child

Sits on the swing

And gently rocks himself.


Back and forth—

The words won’t spill out

He thought,

It is but wasteful devouring of air and soil.

Was he you or were you he?

This cruel little third person–

He sees the little child swing

And then,

He sees him seeing the little child swing

Back and forth—


Back and forth—

I’m sawn

I thought I was moving

But the moment you saw me,

I knew I had to eat everything

I had to stop,

running after you…

Back and forth—


I guess,

It is the Black-hole paradox.


*Black hole paradox refers to the quantum physics theory which speculates that in a black hole, all physical states dissolve into one. I don’t particularly like physics, but then, who doesn’t like mysterious space theories.