When I was a kid <br />I used to sit in our garage <br />reading my fairytales alone <br />and look around for those <br />one eyed Cyclopes, gigantic spiders <br />Ship wrecking octopus and <br />witches with evil spells and <br />long blood soaked nails <br />and what if they sneak in. <br />They may throw me in dungeon <br />with hackles for my arms and legs. <br />They can even burn me and feast <br />on my heart or pluck away <br />my eyes and make me blind. <br />There is no escape from <br />their web till they wrap me up <br />with their saliva and swallow. <br />I shall be left to have a slow death <br />oh those merciless monsters <br />But in those moments <br />always there came a Fairyqueen <br />or a Mermaid or a Goddess of forests <br />on her silver unicorn. <br />They took me from there <br />to a fairly land or coral palaces <br />or a castle in the Kingdom of Mapplewoods. <br />We lived hapily ever after. <br /> <br />But as i grew up <br />those who put me in dark prison <br />to eternity did not have <br />blood dripping nails, but with <br />lovely nail polishes. <br />They were not one eyed, <br />But with two lovely eyes <br />that can even mesmerise a stone. <br />Their lovely lips ate away <br />my heart even when im alive. <br />Their webs were weaved from a <br />delicate material, they called love. <br />They mummified me with their <br />sweet words soaked in honey, <br />but made from venom. <br />Then they made me a zombie for life. <br />They were not like monsters I read. <br />They were not witches, <br />They were all fairy queens, <br />They were are all mermaids.<br /><br />Putholi Arumugham T<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-grew-up/
