MY LITTLE ANGEL
IN THIS HARSH CRUEL SOCIETY
SURVIVES A CHILD
REALLY SURVIVES..
COMES TO ME EVERYDAY
FOR A FRIENDLY PLAY
I PLAY FOR HOURS
AND PLAY FOR LONG
AND AFTER HE HAS GONE
I SIT AND THINK
OF THE CHILDISH TALKS AND
THE FINGER HELD LONG WALKS
MY MIND CONDITIONED
AND SATURATED OF THE
IMMENSE DARK,BLACK
SHADES OF THIS
STRAIGHT HUMAN vibgyor
WAVERS AND TAMPERS
IN HIS INNOCENCE FOR A WHILE
AND THEN AGAIN
GOES BACK TO SOCIETAL TIES
COMES THE NEXT DAY
HE IS THERE AGAIN
WITH HIS VELVETY TONE
OUTSIDE THE DOOR
ALL PLEASED,I RUN FAST
TO ESCORT MY LITTLE
WAITING ANGEL
BRIGHT EYES,PINK LIPS
WET HAIR AND FRESH LOOKS
MAKE HIM SO CUTE 'N'FAIR
CHILDISHLY,HE SITS
ON MY LAP
IN GREEDY LURE
FOR STORIES
THEN GETS UP AND
PLAYS FOR HOURS
TIRED AND EXHAUSTED
HE SLEEPS...
I SIT QUIETLY
GAZING HIM
WITH CONCENTRATION
AT HIS CLOSED
CHILDISH EYES
DEVOID OF ALL
HASSELS OF WORLD
I LOVE HIM IMMENSELY
THE SMALL CHILD
MAKES ME FORGET EVERYTHING
POOR AND SAD TO MY DEMISE
KISSING HIM POSSESSIVELY
ON HIS CHUBBY CHEEKS
I HOLD HIM TIGHTLY
IN MY LAP
FEAR HIM GROWING
ALL SO FAST
YEAR BY YEAR
I DO FEAR
THAT HE'LL GROW
BIG AND STRONG
TO FACE THE WORLD
NO MORE TO BE
HUGGED INTO MY LAP
READY TO INCULCATE
ALL HUMAN GUTS
AND ALL CULTURAL TIES
WITH PERSONAL EXPECATTIONS
AND TARGETS TO FLY
MY ANGEL
LITTLE ANGEL
I PRAY GOD,THIS ALMIGHTY
TO BLESS HIM
ALWAYS AND PRETTY
TAPASYA BAREJA
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