will you laugh the same way again, o little boy
will you listen to the provocative advice
to turn your face away
when we are not so loud
and thus may not hear the feeble voices
or will you rebel and assert
the right you have to partake
in the bubbles of joy that emerge in the drying pond
in the back of our house
will you sow the seeds of fruits
eaten by you on the road side
who knows, travellers who are hungry
years after we are gone
may eat them
remeber blessings count for more
always
even now and so in future