The life of a child*

Have not the courage to be
A small child so
With old age how i grow;
Try to save trivial things
With them boxes how i fill
Full upto brim;
Yesterday's thoughts
How come today
How they brought
Tomorrow's burden;
How that quest never ends
As i keep on the search
Those have i gathered
How discover i
Have no value
(So do i search
For eternity);

Being afraid of future
Can't get to see
Where doth the path lie
Day after tomorrow
(Where wilt i be)
Future will remain
In future such
When wilt the holiday
Come with mirth?

Try to light up
My mind's candle
Which just flickers
In the breeze and does tell
To walk me tip toeing;
So many people
So many friends
They advice bring,
So many little things
Nitty gritty they  send
( how i take the path
That goes by without bends);

Come there that assurance
Again in me ,
To find that child
Within my mind's sea;
Let there be that breeze
Which can touch my sails
As i wish to go floating
Without fail(s);

Wish to go beyond
The future so
That can i see
The present through;

At the terrace
At the bank of pond,
How i wish to learn
The unknown , Unbound;

(*note: it is a transliteration of first three stanzas of a poem of Rabindranath Tagore, as can be found in volume two, collected works/ রবীন্দ্ররচনাবলি, birth centenary  edition; this transliteration is my humble tribute to Tagore, the child forever, the philosopher, the greatest poet and bard of all times.)

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