the progenitor...

'Being the progenitor
Is really awesome...'
He thought, sitting under the cool shadow of the tree...
Watching his young one running through the greens like colt gone scotfree!
He just looked at his creation
Running by his childish whims and screaming
like hell breaking loose-
Into an ambiance that was otherwise so somnolent;

He stared blankly at the newest Bolt
Running to and fro aimlessly, so animalistic and so instinctive!
'Hey dad! will you mind if I run a bit away from you?'
His poem asked him...
He nodded...silently, full of satiety...

And the colt ran...
Ran away from him towards more green pastures...
He became anxious a bit...
'Kid...don't run too far..dear!'
He yelled...
'Its okay! dad! don't you worry!'
The receding kid answered back, sort of screaming...
The scream echoed...
He, the progenitor, was anxious no doubt..
But he felt the childish need...
He felt within the child...the child's curiosity to explore the unexplored...
To know the unknown...

Only the distance between him and the kid was a bit worrying...
'But he would always be there...let him run...'
He thought...
He felt a dual pull...
On one hand anxiety was gripping him...
On the other, he felt proud...of his creation getting more beautiful and strong...
And...
Sitting under the shade of the tree, he, the progenitor, had a dream...
The sweet dream of his kid returning like a great explorer...an Ulysses...
Returning home...after a long expedition...