A seven-year-old fair child
On a short bicycle,
Steadied by her father in his thirties
Pedaling along the low pedestrian connector
Between the BKC road and Madhu Kalelkar Marg,
By the west end of FDA compound in Bandra East,
On this pleasant Sunday morning in March
Makes me feel happy and relaxed:
For, the expression on the girl’s face
Is ecstatic; maybe, it is her happy birthday
And she got this as a gift,
Maybe she is mentally competing with brother;
Or, there is no reason at all other than movement
Out in the open with papa otherwise busy:
But her bliss makes me snap out
From my adult thought-worries and planning
For precious moments, gazing at her,
Recalling words about permitting children
To come unto Me: for of such is kingdom of heaven.
Being absorbed in simple activities,
Motions, colors, lines and games,
And enjoying it fully
With no looking before and after,
Is the essence of Zen and of children,
Meditation, Nirvana, and Samadhi too?
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