One, Tell them they are more music than muscles and bones
Where each note plays perfectly
Inside strings of nerves
And hollows of synapses
To create actions that weren’t written or decided for them
To create a symphony unimagined by Mozart.
So that when they are deemed a sidekick by an orchestra
And handed over a tambourine,
Tell them to go up on the stage
And play their best version of ‘The tambourine man’.
Two, Capture sunshine in the space between your palm and theirs
When they sit alone on the bench
Right outside the school canteen,
Go upto them and say Hi.
In time, when rays of the sun fall between your hand and theirs,
Hold their hand.
And let the warmth send something electrifying up their cold veins
let them know
That it’s not hard to catch warmth
Which almost always
Lies at the end of their sleeves.
Three, take them out for a bicycle ride
Up the highest hill in your town,
Not opening your mouths as you move uphill,
Talk with your breaths if you need to.
Listening to the birds,
To the trees,
To the grains of sand beneath your tires
Tell them to listen to what goes inside themselves,
The metal clinks , the waterfalls, the bomb blasts
That are drowned by the noise of citylife.
Till you reach the top,
And then release.
Tell them to let all those sounds out from the compression of helplessness
Into the valley of relief that spreads ahead.
Fourth, listen to them as they play their tunes for you,
Sneak some chocolates for yourself and them too,
I said chocolates, and not cigarettes.
Let ashtrays be eulogies
Written to the gavel that you strike
When you pass judgements against them,
And chocolates be lullabies
That you sing to them,
On days when they are crying.
As you teach them to love chocolates more than cigarettes,
And listen to their songs,
You will realise that somewhere,
they have saved your life too.
Fifth, let them know,
When their path leads to a dead end,
Or a diversion,
Or a U-turn,
Right where they stop their car with screeching breaks,
Around that corner, they will always find someone
Who will write them a poem,
Like this one,
Acting as lyrics to the music in their muscles and bones
To create a song worth living for.