The child looked at my face with a smiling glee
Wobbling with open arms
Looked in wonder in her innocent spree.
The sparkle in her eyes were filled with wonder
Like the heaven amidst her twinkling smile yonder!
Was she dreaming of the stars, the moons, the incessant dreams?
Was she ringing her delight amidst the rumbling streams?
Of the brooks, the meadows and the Nature behold!
Lot was unknown, in her need, wanted to be told.
Of her delight in the sight of the unfathomed world
A hard task, yet to be learned.
Which she was to envisage
In her tender sojourn unsung.
Of the honeyed dreams of a better life
With all the warmth yet to be won!
Of the lush woods in the broad daylight.
Of the kindling caress of her mum’s kiss
Amidst the sparking stars even in a gloomy twilight!
To sing the new lullaby
Of wonders of the world in soliloquy.
When the little beauty walked with glee towards me
She deemed of the warmth she had seen in her cuddle for thee
The tender touch, her rosy lips, her moistened smile,
The warmth of the concealed in her mother’s smile
The kiss of the sol amidst turbine tides
Her wobbling gait, tender touch
Was seeing Him in me
She was born with a golden heart
To fathom this realm in me.
Her tender dreams, like the flowing streams
Held stranded offshore.
I had no arms to sing the age-old folklore
No arms to hold her tight and sing the age-old lullaby
I was stuck in the present of her dreams unsung
The truth ineffable in the sunlit clear sky.
The stars may twinkle the moon may shine
Was I deemed to axe the grime?
The bitter truth of her dreams unsung
Of the reality entwined in the dung?
Maybe I could show her where stars fuse into dawn
I could switch her dreams to a new melodious song
Of the disdains of the world accord.
I wish I could hit the Sunday’s choir dong.
Even with all the evils floating galore
How I wished, I could sing the sweetest folklore!
A world without tears, fears in its sublime
I am waiting for the right melody
To sound the Devine in all galore