TO ISHAAN
A little Indian boy
Was born immature
In the soft fragrance of Irish summer
A noble star in the sky was shining
To notify the busy world
His first cry was heart to heart
And joy to joy for everyone
Time flies over us
With its infinite memory shadows
Soon he had his
First smile
First crawl
First tooth
First walk
The baby boy became a young man
As tall as a giant tree
His innate soul started asking questions -
Will I ever sing as a nightingale?
Will I ever write poignant poetry?
Or paint a colourful rainbow?
Why Is God invisible?
What is love?
Is it a choice or a felling?
When I become a wise man
Will I find my great love,
Have a child carrying on my shoulders?
And take him by the sea to see the glistening sunrise?
Who am I now? Where do I belong to?
An Indian boy, longing for my Ireland or
An Irish guy, longing for my homeland?
Aren’t children the best vitality of our life?
They are born, grow up and leave
Close or distant from us
They are every fibre of our hearts
And remain our children until we die
We help them to reinvent themselves
Taking care of the minutes and hours spent with them
When they celebrate their birthdays
Share their joy, failures or success
When feeling lonesome and lost
Trying to discover the mystery of life
Their dedicated special time to us
Is our greatest gift
Life is short enough to live
And long enough for special celebrations
Today is this special occasion for our little big boy
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ISHAAN!
You are my uttermost boy
Who keeps the cross I gave you at birth
Let it remind you a simple truth
YOU ARE LOVED!
Copyright © Lidia Hristeva | Year Posted 2025
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