Friday, July 28, 2017

Stopped Being A Fool

Stopped Being A Fool

I watch my son wake up every day
With a grin on his chubby little face
He doesn't cry for his mother
Nor does he cry for attention,
No reason for him to smile or laugh
He plays about himself:
Content and happy.

I become sentimental watching
This spectacle of innocence
It really makes me wonder:
If sunrise can be so beautiful
Then how did I wake up
All these years only with regret.

Now is the time!
I have to stop being a fool
Because my past has passed.

Since he has brought joy in our lives,
He deserves something in return from us
I will do my part in protecting his innocence
As much as I can, in every way possible.
First, by educating him about the mistakes I made
And helping him choose the better way of life.

As he grows up,
I want to make him realize:
Every day is a beautiful day;
How ordinary feelings can feel extraordinary;
How important it is to have supper with family;
How soothing it is to hold hands and share his emotions;
How enlightening it is to admire the beauty in art;
How enthralling it is when all his hard work pays off;
How to see those bright rays through the clouds;
Without all the materialistic fancies the world offers.
Ultimately, in order to find love and happiness,
He doesn't have to look all around him
But within himself.

June 28, 2017

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Achintya: My Son

It has been three months since your birth.
You have brought so much happiness to us!
I hope and wish it remains the same.
It is not that we expect you to make us happy;
It is just that we want you to be happy,
Because it is a delight watching your happiness.

I especially enjoy when you tease your mother;
When you wake up at three in the morning
And play all by yourself - smiling and grinning
(The funny sounds you make are hilarious) -
Wiggling your tiny little arms and legs,
While your mother is worried that you don't rest...
And she has all the time in the world
To take pictures of you and share them with me.

And sometimes you sleep all night long, blissfully.
But then, you trouble your mother again;
She whimpers that you have not been fed for hours!
Meanwhile, I take the comfort of laughing for myself
(Without letting her know).

These little experiences
Have made me discover
That there is still a child in myself,
Who has been sleeping all along
Ever since I turned into a man.
Now he has awakened again,
To relive the joy of childhood.

I pray to the God Almighty to bless us:
With courage and strength in helping you
To grow with good health and wisdom,
Filled with purity and compassion,
While we'll always be your ever-loving parents.

For Achintya, my son
June 6, 2017