The Globe Within

The world’s smaller than I thought.

 In the convent smelling of nuns, candles,

I put my little arms of eight

Around the round globe beside Christ.

Catching no eye, except Christ’s,

I raced across forbidden continents,

Smacked my lips, told a girl fat in pigtails

I had seen the world, she gawked.

At thirteen I held the hands of relatives and friends,

The world was a lonely ball,

Tossing in my mind.

At twenty, I find the world in my hands,

A moment, an hour, a day, a month, a year,

Hold experience in equal share.

Sometimes a moment defeats a year.

Sometimes a moment’s experience

Holds greater wisdom than a year.

Having rolled the globe within,

I see the world in my eyes.

Anusha u r

15 yrs