Prakriti Shrestha
A little newborn,
Unknown of this mysterious world,
Not sure who and where he is
A little baby crawling on the floor,
Is searching for his mother,
To feed him milk to grow.
A little boy, now standing up in his room,
Holding a toy in his one hand,
And licking candy on the other,
Wearing a bright smile in his face
No longer little now,
Quite young, having his own style,
Roaming alone around the town
Soon crossing teenage,
Getting a job, and
Taking the responsibility of his family,
Will not have much time,
For himself.
The totally grown-up man,
Strong and decisive,
Now being the head member,
Takes care of his family.
His thick black hair,
Now gone white,
Fallen off, making himself bald,
Flashing the sunlight back
Wrinkled face and fallen teeth,
Signs of maturity,
Reflect his journey from diapers to jeans.
Remembering his old days,
And the moments he lived,
He wants to close his eyes,
forever, to visit paradise.
(Prakriti Shrestha, (b. 2004), is an eleventh grader (commerce) at Vishwa Adarsha Academy, Itahari, Sunsari.)