The Child Poem by Nachiketa Deb

O how I long to see the world, through the child's eye,
Where colors bring wonder, they still mistyfy.
The mind wanders freely, unchained by the real,
Where songs sings, uncaring heart, not whispers but peal.
He giveth us eyes, the world for us to see,
How different the world seems, to he and to me.
He smells the sweet grass, while I, shiver in rain,
The winter gives him snowmen, my body bitterly pains.
Sleep, she eludes me while singing lullabies,
For the child she gives comfort, dreams for his eyes.
How fury it grips me when I think of my soul,
Battered and bruised as the years they have rolled...
He looks upon me quite uncaring amused,
As I burn with anguish for the journey I rue.
Suddenly it dawns, light pouring through my heart,
As I look upon the face that peers from the card;
The hair that was black then, peppered now with grey,
As youth it escapes me, these photographes they stay.