Often a Childish desire
Comes to my mind
Alas! It may be
much pleasant
If we could delay childhood
for some years!
Parents rather think
their children
grow up
and take some breath
of their responsibilities.
I remember of
my twin nieces
Whenever I visit her
Fell asleep
After, a tired journey
They, played with my hairs
putting rubber in it
extend their imagination
to the next gen arts
I rather try to hide my face.
Imagination
where comes
to these kids
why not to the elders
I surprise often.
Had god given wings
to the kids
Flying in the distant sky
they rather realize
Sky is not limit.
Sky is not limit.
