Ranganatha Sitaram
There was a boy
Named luminous
Who was born
To loving parents.
.
His mother regaled
Him with old tales
Of fabulous gods
And fearsome beasts.
.
His father kindled
In him a quest
For soaring aircrafts
And serendipitous science.
.
Luminous dreamed
Of flying unhindered
What a gift he thought,
To wander hither and thither.
.
His dreams took
Him world over
To places and people
Of wondrous power.
.
He grew up to be
A man of enquiry
And travelled the world
Engrossed in scientific query.
.
One day he took his parents
On his foreign itinerary
And showed them the spectacles
Of their fabulous journey.
.
As he recounted to them
The fascination of the land,
He saw in the mirror of their eyes
The glint of a marveling little child.
.
It is then that dawned
On him instantly
Why Wordsworth wrote
so eloquently…
¨The child is the father of man¨!
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Eclectic Musings by Ranga Sitaram 