The Magic Within

When loads of time trying to crumble me down

I remember those days when you were hardly able to stand

And I picked you up by your hands

Till you reach your fullest height to touch the sky.

When the age tries to blur my vision

I remember those days when despite a bright pair of eyes

You did not know what’s what – the thorns and flowers

And I patiently introduced you to each and everything I know

Till you become well known to all around you.

When life’s bitter stories frighten and try to bring some blues

I remember those days when you were just a color-blind babe 

And I painted your dreams in gold, silver, and the brightest hues

Till they form a rainbow over your head.

When all these happen, though for a moment, I feel insecure

I remember those of my valiantly sweating days

To gather those forgotten gems inside my old chest of life 

That makes me think proudly that

If I can create a living man out of a bundle of flesh and bones

I have enough of that magic still inside that I inherited from my Dad

And whose seeds I used to sow in you and

I’m sure; you will also do the same for your children to come

And worry not by reading these lines of me.