Child, as I throw you
high up in the air
I wish you remain suspended there
like Trishanku* pinned to the heavens
because the moment you fall down
you shall become a boy
then a man
and both you and the world
would never be the same
try as much as you can.
* Trishanku: a king from the solar dynasty ( Hindu mythology) who stayed in his own parallel heaven
•••Pravin Nair is a writer from Mumbai, India who has just started out on the exploration of the poetry journal space. Ever since this adventure began, he has had poems published or forthcoming in issues of Gloom Cupboard, The Brown Critique, Fried Eye, Mused Bella Online Literary Review, Asia Writes, and Catapult to Mars.