O Boy! 

For past three days
I remember so far
I had (sure not) slept
In my Ambassador car.

Parked exactly below
The first floor window
From where the maid could throw
A tumbler or bowl
If your mom did howl.

Attempting to muster a suitable rhyme
Outside the labour room
A father first-time
Did not quite know as to
How to tell
Your first time mommy,
Not to yell.

The masked lady doc knew with
Bags of experience,
Why your boyish looking Pop,
Was so much tense.

Through that door kept
Just slightly ajar
She opened floodgates
Of joy
When whispered
It’s a “BOY”
My…… toy.

(Happy Birthday Anubhav, my Youngman of eighteen today)


~ Glow Worm ~

10 February 2004