Make-belief of the Child in me

Child's heart is always a child's heart! 

It's an adult's choice to kill it or let it be.

Indeed, evolution has to happen 

By burying the truth of the child in everyone; 

Somehow, I chose not the evolution,

And let the child thrive in me.

The child keeps me going beyond all odds;

She keeps me curious and upbeat;

When pessimist adult tries to weigh me down,

She is so strong and mighty to raise...

She is too loud and optimistic; 

Indeed, she is no way closer to reality;

But she does the magic!

If not for her, I wouldn't have lived through:

The paths of darkness I crossed.

The child holds an imaginary light house

All through those paths.

I couldn't even imagine --

What if I have once believed or accepted my reality!

How twisted my life would have been! 

When I walked 2 decades and turned back: 

I smiled and patted myself:

Wow! Good work child and how strong you are! 

How kind and probity you kept me all along!

Indeed, the adult in me is a naysayer, 

A horrible critic, too strict to even let me smile.

Whenever the pessimism raises louder,

The little one sings her heart out the loudest;

The feet keep grooving to her singing;

And next day, next chore and next hurdle... 

Life has been living through the make-belief of the child.

Who wears purple spectacles tied with pink satin ribbon!