The laugh on his face shines ,
The shattered cries ,
The first walk that he made ,
Was a miracle,
The first time he talked,
Filled us with joy which is inexplicable!

The way we saw have seen him grow ,
The same a seedling turn into plant,
The rate he turned upside down ;
Was too expeditious .
The first achievements he made ,
Filled us with joy which is ambitious!

The first decision he made ,
Is the first time he failed,
The first time he declared himself loser ,
Trapped him in dejection.
The first time he knew to stand erect,
Filled him with mixed emotions!

The first time he too had children;
The rate he grew older ,
The same a plant turned into a tree,
Bearing fruits !
The first time he realised to give shadow,
To shallow travellers,

The first time he realised death,
Was too the last;
To sense depth of such experience,
The same a trees bark harden to worst ,
The time he layed motionless,
Was too the end of his story!

© Bishal kalita