Distant winters

I met a little boy today,
A wild heart and stupid mind-
An abrupt look on face of childhood
And it instantly strikes why  the almighty is omniscient.
For when this little boy will grow
Into a man of masculine features
A wise mind shall only come
At the price of a blissful smile.
And now that the man has grown
This universal truth stands its grounds
And the man coming back from his past
Screams out loud in the pain of it all.
I have been that boy
And dare I ever wish to not have it twice
But it seems like now I have grown
My insanity is the only tenderness left.
The smell of winter is a divine pleasure
When during the summer noon under the scorching heat,
Little boy of about thirteen is reminded,
Of the joy of winter’s plethora of souvenirs.