Each parent nowadays wants their child
To be bold and aggressive, bordering on wild
An achiever of the highest order
Einstein and Edison his textbook fodder
They should excel in studies and love sports
They should have mastery on topics of all sorts
From school to tuitions they are rushed to and fro
On weekends, they prepare for some reality show
Where is the childlike innocence in them?
Are they really growing older with each sem
Society, serials, a barrage of adult banter
In the midst of which they have forgotten Santa
Yes yes I know Santa never existed Sir
Yet I loved to believe it as it were
My world in my imagination was much more fun
Constant Google updates I’d rather unlearn
My mind was free my freedom was mine
My dreams and the real world often entwined
Home truths were simple. Fairy tales never lied
Failure was never a reason for suicide
Why don’t the follies of our ways we see?
Why can’t we let our children be?
They do not have to become your clone
They were not born to fulfil your wish alone
They have their own mindsets. Their individuality
Encourage. Nurture. Cherish this originality
If only you can teach them to be a good human being
The rest they will learn anyways by seeing and believing!