May 2014
The Child in Me
There is a child that lives behind my house, a beautiful pure soul,
He crawls around here and there, hides and peeps every now and then through his keyhole;
His sounds swarm from his window to mine, making me restless to call him inside,
his laughs and chirps call me and by evening he is in my home,
I see his curious eyes look around the surroundings not so unknown,
He likes the biscuits I offer him, but he gets bored nibbling it pretty soon;
He'd rather have the spicy namkeen, and water from my own glass and spoon,
He falls but never cries, I play around and obstruct him, but it never makes him quit trying,
He's playful when he wants, silent when he asks for love, from under my mom’s shawl always shyly spying;
The child's actions are reactions to my own, I feel he responds without speaking a word,
he's a small kid I think, but with an intelligence untold, he's just 6 months old;
he makes his knees *****, crawling around all the time I can see,
I catch him make him sit, clean him, while he's in a hurry to flee;
he tries to walk, holding the table, along with it he progresses towards me,
grabs my legs looking up, his eyes take hold of me, they plead please lift me;
It is difficult to hold back, with all the love I am overflowed,
I love to take him in my arms, and he too is overjoyed to be towed;
playing with my face he's happy and all smiles,
he then gets bored and tries to get down, poking me in the eyes;
For those few hours, I am far off from this real world of mine,
playing with a newborn, sets me free, I feel almost alive;
He teaches me many a lessons I feel, as he can always have his way,
live along happily, with all the loving and crying, he can play all day;
He can never make me angry, hits me whenever he wants,
Whenever he misses me a kiss on my cheeks he plants;
A child I see will always be loved and cared for,
because his feelings are inborn and the words not taught before;
He always has me whenever he wants but I am never content,
cause I just can't help asking for such blissful moments more and more.....
There is a child that lives behind my house, a beautiful pure soul,
He crawls around here and there, hides and peeps every now and then through his keyhole;
His sounds swarm from his window to mine, making me restless to call him inside,
his laughs and chirps call me and by evening he is in my home,
I see his curious eyes look around the surroundings not so unknown,
He likes the biscuits I offer him, but he gets bored nibbling it pretty soon;
He'd rather have the spicy namkeen, and water from my own glass and spoon,
He falls but never cries, I play around and obstruct him, but it never makes him quit trying,
He's playful when he wants, silent when he asks for love, from under my mom’s shawl always shyly spying;
The child's actions are reactions to my own, I feel he responds without speaking a word,
he's a small kid I think, but with an intelligence untold, he's just 6 months old;
he makes his knees *****, crawling around all the time I can see,
I catch him make him sit, clean him, while he's in a hurry to flee;
he tries to walk, holding the table, along with it he progresses towards me,
grabs my legs looking up, his eyes take hold of me, they plead please lift me;
It is difficult to hold back, with all the love I am overflowed,
I love to take him in my arms, and he too is overjoyed to be towed;
playing with my face he's happy and all smiles,
he then gets bored and tries to get down, poking me in the eyes;
For those few hours, I am far off from this real world of mine,
playing with a newborn, sets me free, I feel almost alive;
He teaches me many a lessons I feel, as he can always have his way,
live along happily, with all the loving and crying, he can play all day;
He can never make me angry, hits me whenever he wants,
Whenever he misses me a kiss on my cheeks he plants;
A child I see will always be loved and cared for,
because his feelings are inborn and the words not taught before;
He always has me whenever he wants but I am never content,
cause I just can't help asking for such blissful moments more and more.....
