I WROTE THIS POEM FOR A YOUNG MAN I MET IN RAJASTHAN IN 2013. HIS NAME WAS NOT ‘RICHARD PARKER’..I GAVE HIM THIS PET NAME…HIS REAL NAME WAS ANKIT…A MAN CHILD…
Through your eyes of sweet folly,
I found, on a summer holiday,
A whirlpool of magical delights!
In the woods, birds ‘nests full with mint candies,
French nougat and jelly babies;
Hanging from the branches of the banyan tree,
Strands of spaghetti;
In the singing brook, enticing chocolate wafers!
When, at the seaside, you laughed heartily
Amused that the sand tickled your toes,
Wildly happy that the waves licked your bare skin
And, with bursting joy you yelled,
I discovered a man child,
Yielding, warm, whimsical,
Aspiring to impossible dreams!
You built castles on the wet sand,
Sketched with seawater our portrait,
Ordering the sun not to set,
Time to suspend its flight!
You weaved seaweeds in…
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