My little grandson wants to catch sun-rays,
I feel seeing it a lot of fun,
My query is not like that of little one,
My feet want to control the baby on run.
His little fingers move in light
He cannot hold it on the right,
I am still chasing around his crawling,
And to protect him I run close to him.
With eagerness he looks at sun-rays
Falling upon floor through window,
He has to wait for many days,
To grow up to know the way.
Long way on his great curiosity,
He smiles and tries to hold rays,
As if these are solid objects,
My funny things are his curiosity.
I think sunlight is his gracious vision,
Little things are so important on our life,
His little hands want to rein the existence.