Suave, gentle and tactful,
that is all what he is for now;
everything he wants in his clasp
not only the moon but even the world;
he is just a twelve year old boy
but his thoughts are in dozens;
he does not want to think small
he wants everything that's worthy and beautiful;
I ask him - when will he achieve all his dreams,
he does not answer, he gets thoughtful;
he always keeps chasing every imagination
until it meets his satisfaction.
His focus, his wit, his determination is appalling,
he likes football, he likes parrots and fishes,
like his brother he is fond of big cars
and they both drive the Marazzo and Swift cars with ease;
Shane also makes huge cribs for every Christmas,
he is just so full of inner strength,
his mind is like an ocean- so vast and rolling;
but he demands respect as if he is older.
I find him to be very calculative
every time he is so engrossed in aesthetics,
he loves gardening and flowers;
what is his future, what was his past?
Maybe in the past-birth he was a prince
but in the future I am certain
he will be the next Aristotle,
which Aunt will not want a tycoon in the family?
Only God and fortune must destine it.
As for me I find him silent and loving
so very helpful, so very ambitious;
I want to give him a Taj Mahal
and a fleet of horses so that he lives
up to his dreams as a Raj Kumar;
but I can give him a granary of love instead
and ask him to always give love
to everyone he will meet as he grows up,
as Shane will always have to be the child
who must be a Prince of Love in the family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem