I WROTE THIS POEM FOR A YOUNG MAN I MET IN RAJASTHAN IN 2013. HIS NAME WAS NOT ‘RICHARD PARKER’..I GAVE HIM THIS PET NAME…HIS REAL NAME WAS ANKIT…A MAN CHILD…
Through your eyes of sweet folly,
I found, on a summer holiday,
A whirlpool of magical delights!
In the woods, birds ‘nests full with mint candies,
French nougat and jelly babies;
Hanging from the branches of the banyan tree,
Strands of spaghetti;
In the singing brook, enticing chocolate wafers!
When, at the seaside, you laughed heartily
Amused that the sand tickled your toes,
Wildly happy that the waves licked your bare skin
And, with bursting joy you yelled,
I discovered a man child,
Yielding, warm, whimsical,
Aspiring to impossible dreams!
You built castles on the wet sand,
Sketched with seawater our portrait,
Ordering the sun not to set,
Time to suspend its flight!
You weaved seaweeds in my hair
Bedecking seashells in the gray strands,
Claiming that they were golden threads
That I was your queen,
The Queen of Arabian Nights!
At dusk, in the howling sea of Pereybere
Your body drifting close to mine listlessly
Clasping my hand tightly
Richard Parker you made a sacred vow
“The falling star in the sky, see?”
“I will catch it and put it in your hand of my Ani!”
Then why did you leave so unceremoniously?
(Pereybere Mauritius 2015)
About PETER PAN, THE BOY WHO WOULD NOT GROW UP… IS A CHARACTER CREATED BT THE SCOTTISH NOVELIST AND PLAYWRIGHT, J.M.BARRIE.
About PETER PAN, THE MOVIE WAS MADE BY THE ARAB MILLIONAIRE LIVING IN LONDON. HIS SON DODI FELL IN LOVE WITH PRINCESS DIANA,THE PRINCESS OF WALES. THEY BOTH DIED IN A TERRIBLE CAR ACCIDENT IN 1994.DODI, WHO WAS A BACHELOR SAW IN DIANA,HIS SOUL MATE..ONE OF THE GREATEST LOVE STORIES OF OUR TIMES.