For Ojaswi On His 18th B'Day Poem by indira babbellapati

At the age of two
He got on to a tripod
To pluck stars
By the time he’s three
He seriously contemplated
On how to kill the god
At four when he saw crows
Settled on a wall
In group-contemplation
Summed up they’re engaged
At some serious decision making
As he reached five
He geared up himself to meet god
Even if he appeared to him
In the form of a devil
He always pitied Ravana
Despised Sita for her morose state
Despite heavenly environs
And had the courage to tell the Head
‘…well, doesn’t mean I have to
Like all that you make me learn! '
The other day he returned
From his school pitying his councilor
For being sandwiched
Between the students and the admn
Now on the threshold of
Entering the portals of college
Wonder what’s still in store
For me to experience from this
Trainer of mine who the other day
Entered the legal age that dubs him
A rightful citizen of world’s
Largest democracy!

12mar2010
12.56hrs