Childish

(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')

A Dawn

If I roar at the globe;

it roars back

If I bray at the world

it brays back

If I trumpet over the earth

it trumpets back

If I squeal at the globe;

it squeals back

What the hell does it mean?

None of us are

the animals meant for.

Then myself changed.

I tweeted first

And chirped next

I got back

What I wished.

And the resulting

wisdom looked so childish

as wisdom and  children.

Vaiyavan