Magic

So many stories I’ve told you

Even though tightly I tried to clutch it, time just flew

And now you are all grown-up

You think that all my stories were make believe and made-up

In this harsh rational world you’ve stopped believing in hope and magic

For you this beautiful reality has rather turned tragic

I want to ask, child what happened to you?

But you would just say to me “Mom. I grew!”

I know that only practicality matters from where you stand

But don’t forget the strength given to a lonely little boy by the enchanted Wonderland

So I have picked up this mighty pen making it my magic wand

And may be by these words once again we can bond

You can also re-unite with that little boy who found magic in everything

Who could soar high up in the sky without need for any wings!

And then you could sleep like a baby into your blanket curled

Where I’ll make you believe once again of the magic in this world…