My Child

I can hear the pitter patter
of his little feet

As he jumps, as he plays
As he displays his feats

I can hear
His soft mumblings

And his little cries
as he sits on a swing

He asks to be held up
As he is reaching

out his hands
To get the temple bell ringing

When he feels sleepy
He starts grumbling

When he sleeps, deep in my heart
I get a wonderful feeling
 

Contributing Writer  Rupa Lahiri  - has taken a break from work and used to write a lot of poetry when she was younger ruplah@yahoo.com

 

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