The Child within our heart, Caged long before he could live, The journey of vitality yet to start, Yet never hearing him crib Kindness springs in the heart of one, Spreading ahead like sapling growth, In the surfeit of sunlight above, Happy to grow towards the love The rage of life we're caught between, Unable to love, Unable to share, Life itself cannot be that mean, Just testing us & how we care Everybody running behind green paper, Too focused to slow down, All efforts turning to vapour, Only ourselves to blame for the frown But why not give up this lowly chase? Open your eyes to the horizon beyond Why not bring out the craze? Hold one's hands, bring back the bond Everybody wants to be loved, So why give up? Is the Dream really over, Or has it just begun?
By Ken Ahuja