Birthdays of your offsprings

To know and to acknowledge
that
more the things change
more they remain the same

Time passes by
In the blinking
of an eye
you , my baby

Have grown
I am yet
to reconcile
with such

impudence
that fate and time has
revealed,in
charting their own course

not heeding
to my whip-cracking
or cussing
warning

Why do I feel
like an impotent
driver of a horse cart
run amok

Making
ineffectual
clucking
noises

the world
having
sped away
out of my

control.
Was I ever
in the driver
seat? Or
is it a joke
fate has
played
on me.

Can you hear
raucous
hilarity?
Or is it just me?