Yesterday, while taking a stroll with my tiny wonder (my son), who’s just two and wants to get everywhere and grab everything he can put his hands on and talk to every stranger, even I became a kid for some time and realized that I can still laugh at small wonders like the twinkle of a star and smile from the bottom of my heart to a sheer stranger getting nothing but smile in return. Having this heavenly experience, I got conceived with some lines I’m begetting now:
Running helter-skelter, fascinated yet aloof
Trying to get everywhere, in every single nook.
He is teaching me a myriad of things,
Reminding me that I’m still a bit of human being.
He fills my heart with love up to the brim, and I just wanna sing
However course my voice may be,
I sing a prayer my Lord praising thee
For giving me that artist, who for me a means of catharsis
Which years ago Aristotle taught,
He is reminding me all which I just forgot.
I just forgot how to walk in rain, and cry in pain.
But forgetting for a moment every single strain,
Now I get dear Wordsworth
Why did you say ‘The child is the father of man.’
What we can’t do (even after efforts), he effortlessly can
He can smile at strangers
Getting nothing but smile in return.