Your imagination,
dear little niece,
springs of which,
shall never cease,
to flow, to flow.
Racing toy elephants,
when was it so real,
for now,
imagining seems such an ordeal,
no zeal, no zeal.
We play teacher and student,
you set up imaginative tables,
write on a non existent board,
recite learnt fables,
to me, to me.
Asked when, what do clouds rain,
you say orange juice,
what do trees bear,
you say samosas not fruits.
sounds true, so true.
Let us play,
teacher and student everyday,
for you teach me,
not just basic math skills,
but a seemingly complicated yet immaculate drill,
reimagination!
