Eternal Infant

1
He stomps the earth again and again,
drowning it in the melody of his laughter.
Rules, warnings, and threats—
all fade beneath his tiny lips.

2
Even in helplessness,
he clenches his fists in courage,
rising like a sun in the Milky Way.
Wiping away boundaries, he crawls forward,
softly claiming his freedom.

3
Hiding his face behind a dark cloth,
he chants— ta.. ta.. ta.. ta..,
bewitching with playful tricks.
Then, lifting the veil with a smile,
He lets the moonlight embrace him.

4
Scooping sunshine into his palms,
He fills himself with light.
With delicate strokes,
he awakens the seven notes of melody.
For a while, he sways like a pendulum,
then pushes time aside.

5
Between his small hands,
claps are born.
From their rhythm,
a fresh voice takes breath.

6
From his music, a father is born;
from his gaze, a mother—
falling gently, like tender petals.
From his lips, bonds unravel,
thread by thread.
Between night and day,
He is the architect of love’s foundation.
He knows neither poison nor cruelty—
He is the pure churner of an ocean of milk.

7
Years pass, yet nothing fades.
His feet step into adulthood,
but his laughter still stomps the earth.
His hands bear the weight of years,
yet within them,
the same claps echo.

8
He wears a suit, speaks of deadlines,
yet still chases butterflies in his mind.
He makes decisions, signs papers,
yet his heart scribbles dreams in the clouds.
The world calls him a man,
but within him—
a child peeks through time’s cracks.

9
He is the child who never outgrew wonder,
the man who never lost innocence.
A grown-up baby,
cradled between yesterday and tomorrow.
Tear-filled eyes today,
but tomorrow's painted in dawn’s gold.