Daniel Indrupati

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Fair, Unfair.

Welcome.

Screams fantasy land.

Tottering feet;

Cheerful faces

Indeed, a sight to behold.

Cries of “Bravo!” echo

As torches of fire

Spin in fearless hands

Kids watch wide-eyed

Funny faces with crimson bobs

Clouds of pink candy

Gently flicker in air

Alongside horses that run

But never really strut

Offering a ride into a mystic world of fun

Giant wheels of amusement

Spin tirelessly

Keeping emotions on fire

While men become kids

And kids, striking men of valour

The dazzle of lights

Lost in endless chatter

As cheerful parents; gleeful children

Relish the company of peers

Fair - it’s so unfair - it happens so rare.

'On the Children' by Khalil Gribran

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013