Teeny twenty bones, my mother’s joy
She totaled apiece, to the heaven’s delight
“Don’t you nip my teats, mama’s boy
Relish innocence, to mirth’s appetite”!
But I did nip, my mama’s teats
Whilst loomed, the lust of redemption
I nibbled thru, life’s puerile treats
Until seven, I lost them, one by one!
Once done, with the rites, of cast-off stubs
I got eight more, all hardened tines
I lost taste buds, oh cheery cherubs
I savored gore, with cold canines!
And ten years hence, wisdom did find
Its share of fangs, in a clogged mayhem
But I lost recall, of that age defined
By tamarind’s tang, and peppermint’s phlegm!
At eighty, hollows all I have, no teething pain
Which ushered once, buds of bliss, in my barren heath
Why wisdom yearns, for that child inane
Who bewails in vain – “Who Stole My Milk Teeth”!
© 2017 Vikas Chandra