I saw a child playing with a paper sheet
He folded it once, and then twice
I saw several slices of life as he folded it thrice
They say pre-decided has been each fold
Each crease is living its destiny I’m told
But I was amazed to see the wrinkled mould
As life in a million ways I witnessed unfold
The fist that folds the first love letter
The kiss that treasures promises of a future better
The eyes that hold a thousand dreams
A wedding dress that has happiness stitched in its seams
These I could count on my finger tips
Several were lost by the time they reached my lips
I concentrated hard to remember what I could
I was sure I could carve more sculptures from this folded wood
Before more mysteries I could unravel
My little guide decided to greener pastures travel
He picked up a twig next
Challenged me to come up with a philosophical text
Without a word I surrendered to the master
Complex folds I can understand but twigs offer simplicity I cannot factor
I’m not done with analysing the folds I pleaded
He just smiled the smile of a saint and receded
