Describe them in single words—
LOST, UNCERTAIN, MISUNDERSTOOD
We call them ‘the future generation’—
Future citizens of the world.
Capable of moulding the world of tomorrow?
Doubts assail me as I ponder
Where have we the senior generation gone wrong
Externally—confident, daredevils, smart, extroverts
But once the hard shell cracks—
Hidden beneath is a fragile, scared child
Torn apart by society, knowingly-unknowingly
Some even bear the scars of a bitter past
Seeking for refuge in a patient ear, a warm shoulder,
A loving hug, a caring pat, a knowing look,
A guiding hand along life’s uneven track.
Worry, Stress, Anxiety, Tension—–
Words related to working professionals?
Not any more— these words hang like Damocles Sword
Over our growing generation
Days of carefree childhood laced with
Laughter, fun, energetic enthusiasm, innocence
Lost forever in clandestine activities behind closed doors
Hooded eyes, painted face, frosty smile
Cover that once cherubic face
Have we as parents, teachers, guardians of society
Shirked our responsibility? —
In our struggle against life’s odds, have we
Turned a deaf ear to the once loud but now silent
Pleas of the priceless gems the Almighty
Entrusted to our care?!
Time to wake up, my contemporaries
All our children need is a little of our time
A loving pat, a word of encouragement,
A sign ensuring your constant presence
In their chrysalis stage.
‘Being there’ is all that is needed
To fortify them to bear the transition
And emerge a beautiful butterfly
Strong, confident, ready to scale heights
To reach the pinnacle of success.
And as we bask in the glory of their success
We can pat ourselves on our back for a
Job well done—– a duty well undertaken
Of moulding a MASTERPIECE