Process Of Creation Poem by V P Mahur

A pretty little cute baby
To go to school got ready
For the very first time
He was happy
For he thought
He was going to a new place
He felt excited
To see his new school
For some time he played
And enjoyed the new things
There everywhere
But soon got tired of them
And realized
His parents were not anywhere
He missed his mother
And searched for her
The teachers there
Tried to convince him
But in vain
He never before
Was away from her
For so long
He started to long
For her
Started weeping
He was too young
To understand the fact
That it was the beginning
Of the reality stunning
That he must be gradually
Learn to live without his parents
For there would a day
When his parents
Would be no more with him
They would leave him
To carry forward
Their tradition and gene
For the creation to be going on
And in turn
He himself would be
Their follower
This is the destiny of
Every creature