The Child

THE CHILD

Wind blows and blows
Time goes and goes
The hill stands as a warrior
Yet erosion takes place
A cave is thus formed in the side of hill
Earth revolves around sun, day and night
Comes winter, comes summer
Ice melts in the snow clad hill tops
River flow generated and strengthened as it flows
Rain pours and pours, thus moist the dry soil
Forests are formed and become dense
Animals live and die, life moves on
A man and woman comes from desert
Thirsty and hungry they are
They drink from river, they eat from vegetation
Sun provides them warm blanket, moon makes them relaxed
They survive and settle down towards a safe life
They gain good health, they become happy
They move together, they hunt together
Then comes the spring, rain pours and pours
They run for shelter and find the cave
There in the cave are some dry twigs and a mild streak of fire
They light up the fire, cave becomes warm and cozy
They see each other, they come close, huddle together
He holds her, she feels warmth of closeness
They feel something yet unknown but passionate to resist
They unite.
A child is thus born.
Whose is this child, whom does it belong
Mother and father were the final instruments
Nature in it’s different forms was always there
Was there as the life force to make it happen
Was there to keep burning the torch of life
The child thus born belongs to mother nature
The child thus born belongs to the life force on earth
Every child thus belongs to every one
Being child of nature, being child of life force

By - Nakshatra singh