Upon a bench I sit to look upon a field,
Green with great wisdom yet to yield,
A child so young maybe of three or two,
Plays with a ball in adult company few,
Immersed in some game this beautiful boy,
Runs about a thing we see as just a toy,
His giggles fill the air with a life so rare,
A perspective we lost in time’s good fare,
And I watch this darling from my dying world,
That once was so simple before life unfurled,
Hoping he would only for once look at me,
For that happiness on his face I died to see,
But his focus was fixed on his round friend,
Whose purpose was now met before its end,
Leaving me smiling with a tear in my eye,
For once again now I had to say Goodbye,
God bless ye O child, Embodiment of innocence,
God bless ye O child, The Operator of Relevance.
The Paradox
-Lalitha Aditya Srishti Chitturu