For My Little Boy Poem by Saikat Poddar

Like a stream of smoke
Rising from
A snowclad hut
On a cold n white
Winter evening
Streaming up
Along the mountains behind
Unaware
Of what lies above
Playing hide n seek
With the clouds enroute
Not blending into them wholly
Slithering through
The woods and the mist
Maintaining it's dignified silence
And elan and pace
I rose once
Determined to reach
The Top
In life
One day
Seldom getting deterred
By
The various storms
That came my way
While traversing through all thick n thin.

Why did I leave
My cozy abode
Below
On the ground...

Perhaps it was meant to be!