Child Prodigy

'Do you know from where we get rain? Child queried.
I tell him from the sky.
'Do you know from where we get light? '
'Yes from the sun we get light.'
'The moon too gives light in the night.'
'No my son, moon doesn't have a light it's a reflection.'
He asked lot of questions.
Sometimes I get annoyed with him.
I explained him about four seasons,
Also I described about the birth & death, smile & cry and et cetera.
Oh! It's very strange all in a pair
Then why the God is a bachelor?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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