Beam of Bonafides

Being a child,

Its delight is wild,

Another world,

Our desires mould.

Steeping the maze,

Achieving the pace,

Playing the mason,

Towards the horizon.

Look into its face,

Beam of Bonafides.

Its brows uplifted,

And the lips widened,

Its eyes glows,

And a new stream flows

As it is from the summit

When the sun shines above it.

Laughing like the shallow brook,

As the hands made a twisted shook.

Before you take your eyes from it,

Reveal the playful eyes of it.

The happiness is up to the brim,

Don’t know whether it should suffer the grim.

Sure, he will suffer the troll of life,

When he will try to get rid of the thorns of life.