When I see him through the window,
I envy him for his lucky go life,
For he is carefree and cool every moment
While I face things with strife.
They say I am childish when I bite nails,
But in his attempt to make us laugh never fails.
Life I wish was like his,
Which we are all now giving a miss
To enjoy as he is today,
And make the most of it everyday.
When at times I see him,
He smiles at me an innocent one,
To behold in itself is a scene to see.
And when he cries, we do laugh a little,
But he does make you go brittle.
Circa – 1996