The Child Never Died

The child in me has never died, for

When the morning, gleaming Sun shines,
The aroma of each new day brings a new smile.

Thoughts unbound. Countless dreams.
Coloring the milestones ahead in my stride.

Lives genuinely appear truthful to me.
The love in people’s eyes equals their might.

Recounting experiences; resounding the self.
Reciting the lore called life.

Never did I stop sprinting toward goals,
Never did I stop seeing horizons beyond the sight.

Things anew have always taken me aback.
Things anew have always had me surprised.

Reasons are infinite. The truth remains one, though.
That the child in me has never died.
©Suyog Ketkar

About Suyog Ketkar

He is a certified technical communicator. He believes that writing continues to be an easy-to-do-but-difficult-to-master job. In his work time, he proudly dons the “enabler” cape. In his non-work time, he dons many hats including one of a super-busy father.
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