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!