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,
I laid my bet on my child’s curiosity.
As a child, I met more dead ends,
I grew up to be incurious,
Questions made me furious,
Nothing excited me,
My inertia hypnotized me.
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,
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
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,
What makes the Earth spin?
I bid adieu to certainty,
Pledging to learn forever,
Till I mingle again in eternity.