The Scheme Natural Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Of all the children in the world, your child is your sweetest
Of myriad tongues, mother-tongue you love best
In a babel of voices, your beloved's charms you most
In the wide expanse of the universe, your abode enthralls you most
This is as it should be in the natural scheme of things
Quite human and institutionalized from the start of the race

Even as you sing in chorus you would love dominance
Even as you dance in a throng you prefer to be the sole enchantress
Even at the militant drum-beats you would love to be the supremo
Even as you shrink into solitariness, you wish yours to be special
This is no wonder, for even an angel would love to be the Archangel