Poem : To my child
It starts where it ends and repeats again
If we don’t pause and look it’ll all be in vain
Some from friends and tests from the rest
The lessens that matter are nature’s best
As heavy as gold or as light as a feather
Weigh your words and use it with tether
A million years and yet the sun doesn’t rest
Will your “will” get through the very next test?
Nature has bequeath to you a daily sunrise
Fickle fickle is your mind you cannot surmise
From the deepest sea where even light is shy
You have yet not learnt, and bare it all to the sky
The shining stars so far yet at night so near
How close are the ones who hold you dear?
Ecstatic winds still sing an honest hymn
Must words be used to twist every whim?
Be it a raging river or just a tiny stream
Delicately though they carve out a dream
Man’s intentions show a range of emotion
Should their path always lead to commotion?
Birds of a feather they say flock together
No time spent on being better than another
Yes we’re different but aren’t we still the same
Why must pride and greed then drive us insane?
A sparrow teaches her child in the nest
The rest is a test which is learnt in unrest
These few lines my child from nature I share
Life is not fair I know, but don’t fall in its snare