‘They’ had promised no grown-ups for company— for keeps.
But grown-ups patiently snitch dreams as he seraphically sleeps
Alongside his percipient pal who simply refuses to grow up—
Essaying, enigmatically, the ebullient conduct of an adoring pup !
The heavens’-sent escort was also a determined dude—
Having plotted the path to implement his mandate—
Fetching, en-route, to the infantile mind a fairy- land interlude,
And, engineer, eventually, the cherub’s embrace by the awaiting fate.
Now ‘those’ who stow away his day-dreams intact
Are primed-and-ready participants- as a matter of fact:
Anointed “parents” in this temporal world’s temperate scheme—
Teach by treating a wooden toy as his peer: the time-tested theme…
Wherefore, to dissipate smoothly, his sense of any unbearable loss,
As he awakens, of cozy memories now however much distant !
Of blithe innocence—thence,to forget here, whatever, earlier, he was…
His customary cry, hence, is a sign of all well-done and and meant !
Every back-packed dream, clinically, packed back and ‘shipped’ ABOVE–
To be re-packaged for the next ‘Bundle’ of ” JOY and LOVE “…
Meanwhile, the sagacious ‘puppy-doggy’, discreetly, philosophizes,
Reviewing, stoically, human stereo-types of varying shapes and sizes…
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ( C.) KUMAARA SUKEJA. AUG. 2015.