Can I climb that tree mumma…

Can I climb a wall?

May I jump from the highest point…

From up here I feel tall..

What’s she doing?

Get her down

She’ll fall and break her leg

Scare her with a frown

I love the ants, mumma …

I like the earthworms too

I want to see where they live

To knock on their doors and say boo

Mud is filthy

Insects all around

There is sand in her hair

Get her off the ground

I want to say hello

To that uncle there you see

He is old like grandpa

And looks lonely as can be

She cannot talk to strangers

He might be a thief

He looks so unkempt

He must be up to some mischief…

Look mumma, puppies!

And see that lizard there?

Come touch this caterpillar

Come on, don’t be scared

Wash her hands with dettol

Rinse her mouth as well

God knows what filth they carry

And what’s that awful smell?

Tired of listening to people in the park, trying to curb their child’s spirit.Why tamper with their innocence? What is wrong with climbing a tree or building a mud castle? What is wrong in saying hello to a lonely old man?And don’t tell me about the evil world and how everyone is not as they are. Everything is as we are.

And now.. time for me to take my daughter to the park.

Uma Iyer is a writer, a mother and a freelance consultant for marketing communication to several organisations. She was raised in Mumbai and currently lives in Delhi. Her retirement plan includes two dogs, many books and a shack by the sea.

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