It showed its first sign of existence,

In my baby’s persistence,

Of knowing what was in the gift box,

She couldn’t speak, but well conveyed her curiosity for the blocks.

I followed her lead,

Redirecting & guiding her every plead,

Fanning her curiosity,

Answering questions with velocity.

I wanted to rekindle my dying concern,

To know what made the heart yearn,

Seeking answers,

Opening chambers,

Unearthing veracity,

I laid my bet on my child’s curiosity.

As a child, I met more dead ends,

Than answers,
I grew up to be incurious,

Questions made me furious,

Nothing excited me,

My inertia hypnotized me.

I existed,

Like an inert element,

With a beating heart,

But a cold, dead filament.

That’s when curiosity arrived,

In my child it thrived,

My perceptions revived,

And with zest I dived,

Into the ocean of inceptions,

Where lived unanswered questions.

Where every turn was an opportunity,

To be awed with veracity,

Feeling more alive,

Where often I met a new jive.

Inspired by the desire to explore,

I knew I had to know more,

About the new, old & the yore.

Curiosity loves liberty,

Celebrates diversity,

Inspired by integrity,

Blooming in disparity.

I am unprepared to face volleys,

Of the tough questions of life,

I ain’t sure why the sky is blue

or

Why don’t the stars need a superglue?

But am ready,

To train my curiosity muscle,

As I hustle,

To keep pace with my child,

To not be left far behind,

Finding,

What makes the Earth spin?

I bid adieu to certainty,

Pledging to learn forever,

Cherishing curiosity,

Till I mingle again in eternity.