The Light-Goer Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Coming out the boy running.and running
Dad running after him
Mom also running saying - -
"O my poor son you will be fallen, you will be fallen.
Go slow, go slow. Be calm and quiet."
The boy not bother to look back rather runs faster
Passed the arid stony field; sand duene
The running boy crossed thr river
Passed the shadowey grove
Passed the dark mysterious moon-lit forest-land
Jumped over the high snowey mountain peak
Crossed the sky-line; apex
Crossed the horizon
Now he turns into a shiny dot of light
The boy went up to the evening star....

Dad and Mom stand on the edge of the sky-ocean
The quaint earth on their shoulder trembling
They are fatigue but try to build a light-made alley
where the earth roll down....

They believe some day they reach their son the Light-goer
with the rolling old earth ....