WHEN CAN WE MOULD OUR CHILD TO REIGN THE WORLD LIKE AN INDOMITABLE KING?
Being towards It, unreasonably and undesirably, rude, stern and wild,
Pouring heartlessly the hottest water of scoldings over each of Its minor mistakes,
Ah! Snatching savagely from Its eager tongue sweets, chocolates and cakes!
Let's not put a bitter brake on a Child's invaluable and heavenly Freedom,
Squeezing Its incalculable Potentials; jailing Its jolly moments in the cells of serfdom,
Silencing Its sweetest speeches by our sourest and most scaring cacophony,
Withering each of Its wishes with our ignoble excuses of droughts of money!
Let's not spoil, by our sadistic intrusions, the fair play of an innocent child,
Let Its spontaneous growth never be stunted; and for petty reasons It be riled!
Let It ever be liberated to fly like a free, flapping and fluttering bird,
Let Its heart never be hurt, and Its Joys be marred, murdered and tarred!
Then only can we see a Child blooming more brightly than the flowers of a Spring,
And smile blithely for having moulded It to reign the world like an indomitable King!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 25.05.19
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