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