ARUP Das
Kolkata, West Bengal
Restless thoughts whirl endlessly, Little Pashupati sighs, He sits upon his grandma’s lap, And softly starts to cry. “What will I be in life someday? What goal shall I pursue? Doctor, lawyer, teacher wise, Or scientist true?” “Maybe a soldier, brave and bold, Or an artist, free and bright, So many dreams,” he rubs his eyes, “They blur before my sight.” Grandma listens, smiles and says, With warmth in every hush, “Whatever you be, my dear, just keep Your heart and sense in touch.”