Need of the hour…….
And the best creation of God is Child,
To him the most vicious problems seem mild;
The deepest sorrow for him is shallow,
Its tiny presence around vast environs puts a halo!
Its utmost duty is being fed by a mother’s hand,
Task is playing out all day in the sand!
Snatch the candy and make him cry,
If death swipes someone, his eyes would be dry!
Childhood itself is agender – No girl or boy,
Covers its face exhibiting the loins when coy!
Everything is so gentle, clean and pure,
The wave of hatred among us it may cure!
It laughs heartily in a tough row to hoe,
Makes best friends with an adult’s worst foe!
Where grown-ups are cautious and take much care,
Untainted it moves on, when people matured don’t dare!
It tears off the books whence the wise derived knowledge,
Disgraces them by teaching to make humanity a pledge!
We may slay war by calling full-grown soldiers back,
And by deploying kids, as the skill to kill they lack!
Then, in their warfare no bombs, bullets and bodies found,
There’ll be milk spilled around, cookies spread on the ground!
We’ll find toffees, candies and biscuits scattered everywhere,
Guns, grenades, chopped off limbs and blood nowhere!
The tiny Commanders and Generals will be playing with balls,
While their beautiful Secretaries adoring their dolls!
And there will never be a Ground-zero,
Man could never become one but Child will be a Hero!
Then no mother will wail and no father will be sad,
As their son is alive, away and will grow into a lad!
He will certainly meet them one Great Day,
When animosity won’t lay hands on humanity as prey!
On that very day, all the nations will celebrate,
Freedom from claws that human with humanity separate!
Our planet will be one nation with no bombs blasting,
This independence will be perpetual and joy everlasting!
In this nation there will neither be any low nor high,
Then none can say, “The end of the world is nigh!”
With his wisdom, prudence and insight no adult can
Change the world- Hence Child is father of the Man!*
* ‘Child is father of the man’ is a phrase from William Wordsworth’s poem, ‘My Heart Leaps Up’.