At a time when much poetry happened in the beginning of January 2001, my son, Ojasvin came up to me and asked me to write a poem about him. Here it is:
My Dear Ojasvin
When he smiles, his eyes bloom like the morning rose.
When he cries, it rends my heart apart.
With his friends, he is an epitome of joy.
With his friends, he is an epitome of joy.
With his relatives, he never misses a bouncing moment.
With his loved ones, affection flows from the depth of his heart.
With his teachers, he stands a symbol of obedience.
His father he loves in moments of happiness.
His brother, when not fighting, he looks with tender care
Grandparents all, he runs at their call.
Neighbours love him as he does them
Ojasvin is a hearty cherub cherub
Whose joy is his full-throated speech
Most of all he loves his mother
But she comes only after
His dear Rajalakshmi. (his niece.)
*****
July 12, 2001:
Omjasvin
On his birthday I think
About this wiry cherub
Whose thin frame hides behind
His adamantine grit
Whose sweet smile pours out
All the love he has to shower
Whose twinkling eyes like shiny buttons
Have wit and humour lurking
An agility of body, ever he loves to display,
Running between walls and jumping up and down
The happiest child is he in town.
Assessing people, he is very skilled at
Glancing up and down at any newcomer
His next forward will be
Only if they win his confidence
Comfortable with anybody
If he knows he has no choice
Smart opportunism makes him say
The right thing at the right time
Winning hearts with his
Winsome smile and witty words
Doesn't care much for the frills of life.
A practical lad is he and a realist to the core.
- Akila (now Swahilya.)
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