I Long For The Day

My little child no more loves cartoon

What Tom would do to Jerry soon……..

He’s rather in a combat suit

Kalashnikov, back-pack and all-weather boot;

He no more loves to play the games

We’d play, Tom, Dick, Harry and his uncle, James;

Dressed in camouflage and warrior-kit

He’s ready to deal the missile that would hit

His world, that’s full of guns and bombs

And stretches of fields with unknown tombs;

He kills, he dies and he rescues too

He even swoops the enemy lands with his crew;

“The war is not over, you know!” He says

Keeping my worries for him, at bays;

Enemies are everywhere, I now learn

From his gaze, towards the distant sky, stern;

I pray for him and pray for all of them

And long for the day when they will play a childish game.