THE CRUISE OF LIFE

He’d chase the multihued butterflies

But that alone won’t suffice.

Days, deprived of all hassles,

Were spent, building muddy castles.

The river water, clear and pristine,

Reflected his face, dirty, but divine,

Carried his paper boats afar

As the aroma filled in, with the first shower.

Surfaced he mountains with supernatural zest

And poised atop as if he’d conquered Mt. Everest.

Without the slightest fear of any jeopardy,

Undaunted, he tread on life’s trajectory.

Happiness, for him, was a matter of pick

Widespread as an air-borne epidemic.

Life had never been a smooth sailing cruise

Where success came only with a scar and bruise.

Life, if looked at from a child's perspective, the way he struggles to accomplish minor tasks and discovers happiness in them, unaware of tomorrow, fearless of the present, can always be lived better.