Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

And the rebellion starts

by ravi sankar kerala varma

One evening,  my father’s father said something,
 
something which freed me , and then on, I felt I would never
listen,
 
listen to someone who used to tell me stories,
 
stories which I was mesmerised, and I loved.
 

I felt it was time to tear apart that love into something,
 
 Like snow falling on a summer eve!
 
 
Destroy all that he taught, I thought and
 
to invent my own experiences and expression,  I had to rip apart his love,
 
I had to hate him , hate him with all my love.
 
Sacrifice my love, my respect to him, I did,
 
And a seed was sown in my mind, and from then on,
 
The seas roared its waves beneath, the beautiful soft breeze-
 
Was taking the shape of a storm.
 
…………………………………………………………………….

Added: 02.03.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

12.05.2011

Interesting emotion to focus on - "[hating] him with all my love" - and could perhaps be explored further in this poem?

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