Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Life without walls


He comes to me joyfully,

He loves me with true verity.

He loves who he chooses,

and does what he pleases.

Thus living with us in harmony.

He has no walls,

To conceal himself,

He is there for us all to see.

My three year old son,

The joy of my life,

Lucky him and so lucky me.

Then why do we,

Build walls around us?

Why are we afraid to share?

What does he have which is so special?

While we are afraid to be bare?

I hope some day I can be like my son.

Daring to be just me,

For though life is good,

I feel that the walls destroy all harmony.

Shovona Bhattacharya