Magic rings of destiny

Magic rings of destiny

Through the rings of whirring glow sticks,

My son called,I am making magic, amma, come quick,

I looked at the two little hands shackled by the rings of light,

Eyes that lit the dark room with sheer delight,

Thought to myself that it was magic indeed,

That the hands that were tied, it seemed,

Were the ones controlling the whirling,as if in a dream,

That we were the ones, that added movement , every moment,infinitesimally,

While we rued an illusion of being shackled in the magic rings of destiny.

--shubha