The most beautiful moments in a child’s life
The most beautiful moments in a child’s life is before he starts speaking
Before he starts defining the world with words,
When he is striving through his expressions to convey his wonder,
His perplexity, his grief, very often disproportionate to his pain,
But a true endeavour to express himself without social, parental,
Political and cultural conditioning
Very soon he starts giving upon us, who are too dumb
To understand the magic of his world,
Who are worried about conditioning him to the limitations of an adult psyche,
Who are eager to teach him about gravity, timetables, economic fundamentals and curse him with phonetics,
But can’t understand the indefinability of the emotional upheaval an inner self experiences
While searching for identifiable siblings and long lost connections,
Searching for the pandora that was left behind,
During the days of revolution, before poisonous logic took over.
When we start to realise, this is our only chance of redemption,
Our only chance of revival of our true self, rich with wonder,
Rich with emotions, rich with soulful laughter,
Where every shriek, every sound is a true celebration being,
True celebration of connection, to infinity and beyond,
With wings of compassion that shelters the world
And create meaning to every humming,
Where you communicate through wordless poetry,
You create symphony without music,
You create an effervescence of creation,
An orgy of minds,
A unity beyond the world of ordinary.
