Harbinger

The first time you learn to make

A kite and fly it. You get wings.

You're a low-key unlicensed pilot.

The first time you feel that air in

Your ears when recklessly peddle-

A heavy dirt track rider.

You fall in love and trace a line of 

Romance on the desk. The touch

Of love and stuff, you're the poet 

Plato once talked about.

And you almost found gravity 

After you see that jackfruit fall,

So to hell with Newton and his laws.

You somehow fixed the radio,

Carried a rice bag beyond your

Body weight ratio. You skipped school, 

Went around the village, climbed trees 

To steal mangoes. You explored.

You the sailor, voyager, the risk taker,

You freaking Ferdinand Megalan.

And the Spiderman for saving

The falling pickle jar.

Who ever lights the lamp the dark

Is an inventor of fire.

You once lit up a hut in the farm,

You're harbinger of this civilization.