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MY SON
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His smile is dazzling as the sun.
His palms are stretched- to catch the very sun.
Their colorful wings attracting his eyes;
He totters around -chasing butterflies
When in the arms of the old grandmother
He is absorbed in the wrinkled face of hers.
The grandfather's cane or his father's cigarettes
Nothing escapes him; he certainly investigates.
He often sits in the verandah and watches
The playful squirrels and croaking toads
He is perfect buddy to a dog or a cat
He understands their antics and does reciprocate.
When it is raining, he is invariably found out
Drenched, he dances as a peacock may flaunt
The clouds never fail to amaze him
From where do they get water-he must find out.
His tiny world is full of intrigue
He is determined to solve each puzzle.
He is confident and ready to explore
His enthusiasm knows no fatigue.
I would like to trade places with him
With innocence substituting worldliness
Let each step be a merry quest
Yielding unbounded happiness.
~Jayanti Sinha~
Do not copy