WANTS FOREVER

Deny the toddler's soft-tissued legs,
But not his will and grit
That makes his falls a brace by each
To hold him firm and fit;
He's noticed blossoms, not their height

Or distance o'er the lea,
Off his limit--the crib he's sprung
For them in hops and glee...

The toddler chuckles in merriment
Over his lovely catch,
His beatific ecstasy so
Renown'd few else would match,
All suddenly dies under the glare
Of blooms in peer's embrace --
So lovely, freshly over
His beleaguer'd floral class...

Envy does grow and grow its gang,
As grows the toddler's age,
By day by night he bends his mind
To fulfil every craze;
Each move, each fight up he ratchets
To tag the winner's fame,
And get each hands, each lips
Eulogising sole his name...

Distances travel'd and heights reach'd,
One after one by grade,
The sight is cast now upper yet
In quest of richer breed;
A youth is he will sport his worth
Even above the par,
Thus he is out for things to win
By peace, either by war...

Unrivalled feats of glory amass
Are little of use ever,
The emperor's possessive run on march
And would settle never;
Where's time to rest, and to savour
Each accumulation?

There's limit in his ambitious hunt
For wealth in the unknown...

With countless leaps dauntless and bold
Shot up into the sky,
To pluck the stars, the moon, the sun
Gone age-beat'n, and stymied by;
Down puts the bloke his arms, in heed
Of hooter death does peal,
Withdrawn is he to sleep, with wants,
In the grave beneath the cradle !!

                                                        -- N P SAMAL