Freeze This Time! Poem by Ashika Murali Acharya

Wish I could just stop this time,
Freeze it now and hold it tight,
For my son who has just turned three,
Where he knows no pain nor fret,
All that binds him is supernal joy.

Before these days turn its page,
Can I pause these moments of blissful glee,
When he charge his childhood spree,
And make this charm his identity.

He talks with that birdie in the tree,
Just the way he talks to me,
Stroke her shiny coat with his hands,
And feel it's tiny beak and claws,
If at times he gets a chance.

He races to hold a chipmunks tail,
Or drives a buzzing bee to it's hive,
Crawls behind the marching ants,
And tries to find their mom and dad,
Counts the hues in the colors of a fly,
And pat a bunny on its tail,
So soft so bushy so snowy and nice.

He runs along with the wind on the field,
In the sun, in the rain, in the snow and more,
Jumps in the puddle of the last night shower,
Mess being his another name,
Smell few flowers in a flowing breeze,
And catch some sunlight in his cup,
Star lit skies theme for his dance,
A dance of joy and ecstasy.

He learns every day in his own ways,
That, all are alike -sweet and naive,
He is another part of them.
Who am I to teach him things,
For he knows magic of time and joy.
In the rain and the sun,
In the day and at night.
He illumines an eternal bliss,
And so, I want to hold this time,
Freeze it now and hold it tight.