A father’s passion

A couple going somewhere,
With luggage and a little baby,
Mother gets seat, but father, nowhere
Carrying 3 bags, only a single daddy.

One in the hand, one on the back,
In the crowd, difficult to keep track,
Facing angry stares, as space lack,
Feels like living in a shack.

Then, if that was not enough problem,
Baby started crying, threwing tartrum,
Crying papa, papa, papa,
Where your lap is, I want to come.

The mother quite the baby,
After some time​, he gave a smile,
Seeing that, something moves in daddy,
He can’t wait even a while.

Even with 3 bags to take care,
He made space for his child,
Taking him in his left arm,
Heart of the child is begiled.

The baby and daddy
started playing their own game
Which for other, was just
Strange signs with no name.

Seeing them,
My heart is filled with glee,
Wishing, I can be a father,
Some day in future, maybe.

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A smile worth thousand night sleeps

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Woke up in the morning
Sleeping is so boring
I want to play
I want to play

Mama mama! where are you
Papa Papa found you
Come to me , come to me
Today show me something new

Dadi dadu play with me
I want to play now only
Later drink  your tea

Pick me in your lap
Sing a song
Or do I amplify my cry
And your ear goes
Bong bong bong!

Mama picked me up
Rocking in her lap
Sang a lullaby
Like a sweet syrup

In mama’s lap, at this moment
I am sooo happy
And feeling very sleepy

Wait a min

Why mamma putting me to sleep,
When I want to play, sing and leap,
Why Papa saying to count the sheep?

Isn’t it  already the morning
Why everyone sleepily frowning?
Oh o! Maybe I woke up early
Not morning, it is 12 thirty

Oopsy dupsy!
I woke everyone at midnight,
When should be sleeping tight,
If mama is angry, she has the right,
But I know this will not lead to fight.

Mamma loved me so much,
She will never scold me
For a thing as such

I know Mamma ,
I give you lots of trouble
But on seeing me
Your anger pops like a bubble

I know getting a mom like you
Is the destiny of just a lucky few
To compensate for this trouble
I will give this smile just for….you
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This poem is dedicated to Manu Bhaiya, Kiti Bhabhi and of course the cute gift they have given us – Maahir(their 3 month old baby)

     I request all readers to pray for Maahir’s long life, good health , brilliant mind and for this precious smile to remain forever.