My Son, Please Do Not Touch The Sun

Read all your books well in day light And when night falls Get ready to the bed of Roses. You may have pleasant dreams And it's not like your mad Grandpa's. I am sure you find new stars in the sky And when you play hide & seek with your friends Of course! You stay behind the Sun As nobody approaches you. But never try to touch the prodigal Sun in reality As you burn your soft fingers As same as your innocent hopes. * [ Whenever Sun rises and sets, your poor Grandma & Grandpa think of you deeply while sitting at the edge of the World.] I humbly dedicate this poem to Mrs.Urmila.Narang