*my Young Teacher

Anika awakens the child in me, I watch her, as she fetches her toys And shows off with pride and glee With her, I don’t have to act poised. I know, she is actually aware, Whether am really having fun Or just pretending to be there. She never walks, always runs. Chasing the butterflies and bees With her frock flying in the air, I run after her to ensure and see She may not fall but she couldn’t care. She dances with sheer abandon, She hasn’t yet discovered fear. Her infectious joy fills me with sudden Energy, I boldly invite her and declare, Come on let’s play hide and seek. I call out and just pretend to look all over I can see her, from behind the bush stealthily peak Finally catch her, as she bursts in peels of laughter. Why the child in me had slept for so long? I guess we are too busy chasing our dreams And forget to enjoy small pleasures as we go along, Each mile stone drives us to go full steam, We go on increasing our pace, And slowly become sombre and tense. A smile is replaced by a grimace, And become adept at keeping the pretence. She has taught me how to enjoy and be free, Drool at the sight of a strawberry ice cream And clap and shout licking it full of glee, As if eating it was like fulfilling a long lost dream. I have no clue how long I was lost in reverie, I was suddenly embraced in a warm hug She had noiselessly come behind me. Who needs an anti anxiety drug, Once you discover the child in you lying latent And connect with innate sense of joy and pleasure It is a gift given to the grand parents By a grandchild, for ever to treasure.