I  Know Two Little Boys

I know two little boys,

Little as they are to me,

But growing up every time,

 Through my scattered visits;

I see them shape with visions chaste,

As they embrace me,

With a delightful haste;

Pa! They tell me,

“Where have you been?”

I fathom those dark eyes,

Their spring to me – almost unseen;

Solitary yearning with occasional retreat,

Have formed the bygone years,

But with a warrior’s might,

I still pursue my own fight;

Dreaming of a tender future,

With togetherness and repose,

For now in their sublime shoulders,

I place my paternal faith;

A strange enthusiasm ignites me within,

I know they indentify it too;

Inspire my strong arms still to them,

For they realise, they need me,

As I need them,

They know, I identify it too,

For I live in them,

As they live in me,

I know two little boys,

Little as they are, till today to me.