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Wisdom
Emerging from the comfortable darkness,
To a fraying, fluttering light outside,
A baby ensures he is in the limelight,
Always, by his antiques and smiles.
Exhausted adults bellow and howl,
Yet, he generously hugs and brightens,
The otherwise soggy atmosphere in home,
Through his sagaciousness nonpareil.
Anyone dies, he feels it not, he is calm,
Is it childish or subtle insight of human life?
For one who comes should leave one day,
Doltish it is to mourn for the short separation.
How he exactly plays his tri
ck, only he surmises,
When to wake up and wail insanely and mercilessly,
When to wink and grin, mischievously, he is the master,
He is the ringmaster of the circus of experience and maturity.
His sapience leads him to a warm acceptance,
To everyone, irrespective of set compartments,
His innocent love transcends all barriers,
Like birds flying in the clear blue sky.
Yet, when he grows up, he loses,
Such unbiased judgement and compassion,
Twilight saga tells a tale so very different,
Why the disparity? Where goes his wisdom?
