Queen’s Park, Toronto
Charm Boy
This is the month of Domodhara, hence this poem, “Charm Boy”
He is both menacing and adorable
His sweet innocence reveals He’s not deplorable
Babyhood charm is written all over His face
And wherever He is he transforms that very space
That space is on earth and beyond the skies too
His parents impose upon Him a decent curfew
Yet He sneaks away at night under the moon
After plotting a rally of monkeys and friends by noon
The plot is to scout the neighbors’ homes
And swarm their butter stock like bees to honeycomb
There is success in the break and enter
He is definitely left, right and center
He then gets caught red-handed by His mother
For His hands are moisten by thick, smooth butter
His mother decides He must learn a good lesson
She grabs a stick and starts a chasing session
But He’s fast on His feet with speed He goes
She runs and due to fatigue she slows
Tossing out the stick she manages to stop Him
From here on it may appear to look grim
But not so, she secures a rope to bind the Boy
For both persons there is a mixture of fear and joy
Mystically the rope of lesson and love
Cannot tie him, frustrating her thereof
- Composed by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
May the Source be with you!
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