Ecstasy in tapping n toppling bottles in shelves
Sketching stories in air while elders chatter
Inching closer to the screen with every incomprehensible talk around
Focussing on the littlest the tiniest possibility, still or alive
Revelling in myriad pleasures unaware of the rest
Settling in a corner with the craziest of imaginations
Reciting and reiterating just to familiarise
Reshelving when not allowed, reordering when not desired
Following a fantasised order unaffected by facades
Deciphering the world one at a time

These little people
Unsullied
Unperturbed
Unfathomed
Unique in their beings
Just stay that way, alright?