Let a Man be Childlike Naive
If a man humane is that he ought be,
Maybe, his grit’s grounded by child's good grace,
Or his contented heart’s always happy,
Perchance, he wears a child's innocent face.
Good if he’s wise, far better still if naïve
As to protect his playful little child,
Let him keep child in him for long alive,
If he’s or not with this world reconciled.
Let him love the play more than a game won,
The sun toils hard and still retains bright smile,
The child in him set free lets this happen,
And not whatso howso grave can him rile.
Child knows: life’s seldom made of stuff that weighs,
No grouse is so great O to grieve for days.
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Sonnet |01.10.2006| child
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2024
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