Reflections

Such was a time when
I had much to say as you asked
me day and night about my
several little endeavours
and many sojourns in the
countrysides.
Those days I woke up in
the middle of the night to tell
you about all such events
and many more, to which
you used to lend a kind
ear, if not mind, and loved
the way I expressed my ecstasy,
just as a little boy would do
to his mother.
I am still awake,
Its still in the middle of the night,
I still have many more things
to say, but in a different way,
as the little boy has now grown up
by watching the birds pecking
with their beaks, on the rear
view mirrors of the parked vehicles
and eventually flying away, realising
at last that they were playing with
their own reflections.