Door Is Shut Without Any Doubt

Whenever, I open the door of the backyard, Heavy gusty wind takes me on the lap of Dryad Under her dense hairy shade, what I see One secluded child is playing, singing, crying, Worried- How to fill the stomach with leaves? “Boil and eat with salt”just to fill the vacuum An age of running behind the butterfly, dragon fly, He must be in garden to play and enjoy with flower, Keeping future in mind, he is carving the present, Creating a legacy of words, singing for the present, The gift to be given to this world; a poem to know, He came to this world, let me tell my pain, before I go, When I realize the child resembles with me, I wipe out Tears from his face then door is shut without any doubt