I wished youthfulness to your childhood
and remain aghast
what all will you encounter growing up.
The world outside looks Hobbesian
Would you submit yourself to the authority?
Would you have endurance to raise your voice?
Would there be empathy and love in your world?
How would the night behave with you?
Would the sky emit hope or despair?
Would rain refresh joyful memories?
Would flowers spread colour and fragrance?
Would you have friends?
You know the world devoid of love is empty
and that emptiness is unbearable.
Amalendu Jyotishi, Bangalore.