The stars in the vast sky
that twinkle and blink
to ponder in wonderment
as to God’s creations
and to decipher their language
isn’t your prerogative alone
it’s mine as well.

Pearl-like dew drops, settled
delicately balanced
on the freshly mowed grass;
you believed then, naively though
when someone fed you
the cock and bull story
that those were a fairy’s tears
and so did I, when I was child.

While watching the multi-coloured butterfly’s
winged flights of fancy
you fantasized
felt an intense urge to fly
be carefree as the butterfly
and so did I, when I was a child.

On sighting a rainbow
awestruck, clapping your hands
in child-like glee
you did marvel at the ways of nature
and so did I, when I was a child.

While listening to the cuckoo’s mysterious calls
you called back, rather tentatively…
Yes, it answered back
it answered me as well.

The gentle breeze that blows across
tousling your lock of hair
is undoubtedly the same
that slaps me – though gently
across my face.