A Quiet Child
He’s just six and a bubbling beauty
The love that he showers on his siblings abound
Filling his world with the charms and the dreams
Yet prefers to maintain a distance from those around!
He invents and creates the toys of his own
Takes the wheels of the monster truck
And fixes them under the little car that he loves
A newer version of the never before seen vehicle!
His games may seem a little off-beat to you
But his mind’s always occupied and on the move
His imagination surpasses that of all the adults
Not once does he feel discouraged by their discontent!
For he continues to build a ramp for his cars
However hard you may try not to pay heed
To his creative inventions, yet you finally would be proud
For he’s only six and his success shines in his smiles!
You may not help him find the cardboard
Or to help him fix the two ends with the glue
He still would persist until the work is done
And then his face gleams on the successful attempt!
Never would you see him cry out loud
For the broken toys or the worn out clothes
He’s always on to something newer and fresher
And none could hold him back from achieving his goals!
His goals are some little tiny dreams to achieve
And to quietly sit and work on the wheels
Most of which are cross-connected to the cars
To whom they certainly would never belong!
The skates that he rides on and falls down never
This skill would astonish you but you might fail to see
The precision and the confidence that in his skating he presents
For he’s often a quiet and a child with words few!
His teachers might complain for he participates in none
Of the class activities and refrains from the play
That his classmates might love to play non-stop
Watching from a distance he prefers to be quiet!
It’s a social world, you might think
How will he survive, you might fear
But the skills that he possesses and the intellect that is shown
In his quiet persona are enough to sustain!
The greatest men and the highest achievers
Were not always those who spoke out loud
Rather the ones who’d in a corner sit
And be the silent part of the maddening crowd!
Panic not, nor label him ‘Shy’
He’s a star with an aura of his own
What’s an ‘Introvert’ or an ‘Extrovert’ got to do
With the happiness, the bliss in the life well-lived!
These are the labels that would do more harm than good
To the little inquisitive creative mind
Pressurize him not with your expectations galore
For’s he’s got his own dreams in his little tiny sparkling eyes!
Copyright © Giti Tyagi | Year Posted 2021
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