The Curious.

I remember the same young boy

Who lost his childhood playing with his toy

Running around it all the while…even tired he still smiled

Picked it up and tore it down; suddenly the smile changed into a  frown

I wonder what killed his joy…just a toy ..why did he destroy?

He used to admire the snow-capped mountain

Urge of climbing it…was oozing like water from a fountain

It took him a week to reach the peak

Said he would cry…never wanted to reach here…but wished to touch the sky

He jumped!!…into the ground he bumped…had his head swollen like a hump

He kept looking it….agonised…could feel the thump

With time he grew old; only to become inquisitive and bold

Hunger to know more….came like a heavy downpour

It filled him so much…he could not see the  seashore

Swam to the bottom…would go a few more fathom

Went deep…..he drowned….he was really stubborn

Failed to keep the promise …he did not return

His mother once asked me…why he acted dubious?

I remember I told her ….he was just more than the curious.