For Ojaswi On His 18th B'Day

At the age of two He got on to a tripod To pluck stars By the time he’s three He seriously contemplated On how to kill the god At four when he saw crows Settled on a wall In group-contemplation Summed up they’re engaged At some serious decision making As he reached five He geared up himself to meet god Even if he appeared to him In the form of a devil He always pitied Ravana Despised Sita for her morose state Despite heavenly environs And had the courage to tell the Head ‘…well, doesn’t mean I have to Like all that you make me learn! ' The other day he returned From his school pitying his councilor For being sandwiched Between the students and the admn Now on the threshold of Entering the portals of college Wonder what’s still in store For me to experience from this Trainer of mine who the other day Entered the legal age that dubs him A rightful citizen of world’s Largest democracy! 12mar2010 12.56hrs