TOY
The baby sleeps soundly, though the mother is away.
Hands around the soft teddy -the touch is enough to make him lay.
The teddy is his buddy and gives company like a true sport
Even when he is being fed or bathed and needs comforting utmost.
The teddy is his toy- a source of immense joy.
The child learns to walk and run, the outside world is beckoning.
The teddy is still a dear; slowly his interest is waning
But even now when he goes to sleep- he wants it around.
He talks to it incessantly until sleep comes around.
The teddy is now dirty and torn at edges- but still charms the boy.
The boy is pampered with gifts and presents.
Video games, air guns, cars and rockets.
He raves and rants and breaks and treats
With scant regard theses expensive gadgets.
The old teddy -by chance catches his eyes and he grabs it -with joy.
The teddy- unassuming and loving-it never makes demand.
But it is always there to comfort, when situations command.
The boy is turning into a lad-one day he will be a fine gentleman.
With coming of age, the toy is left- he will now enter a new domain.
But soon the teddy will be back in his life-this time as his child's toy!
~ Jayanti Sinha ~
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