Grown-ups cannot wait
For children to grow up
Especially those
Of their neighbours
Or reprehensible relatives
They want them
To be like those monsters
In the movies
Precocious and poised;
They want them to run
Before they can walk
Sing before they can speak
Speak before they can cry;
'Why is he walking like this?
You should teach him to walk erect
Like a soldier marching.'
A three-year-old child
Talking to his toys,
Making his own universe,
Is not a scene
That brings a smile;
'Tell me, do animals talk? '
Ofcourse, they do
See, the elephant
Is asking the horse
To bring him something to eat.
'How is it possible?
Only human beings have speech! '
He pounces on the mother
To give more instructions
On bringing up a child;
I do not want to tell him
That it will be a sad day for me
When my son stops talking
To his elephant and horse.
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