In His Arms

In his arms

Amidst the heavy crowd,

I was the only one who could

Discern clearly the adorned God;

I did see the people bowed

And looked small before me and God

While I was sitting on the arms of my Dad.

When everyone was tensed crossing busiest road,

I was the only one enjoying a video of a crazy toad;

Neither I watched right side,

Nor did I saw the road wide;

I never bothered about traffic signal or nod,

As I was holding the hand of my hero dad.

The heavy fever and body aches

Couldn't make my heart shake;

Failure and fear couldn't make me cry

And the evils and problems never even tried;

As the caress of my dad's hands on my forehead,

Accorded instant energy to face and move ahead.

In the mid of the loudest cry of the mob,

Hearing the annoying songs from radio,

Amid the blaring whistle of a train,

Ignoring the chai walas song chain,

I did had a pleasant sleep,

And on my dad's arms, I had gone so deep

No mobile, no watch and no gadgets I bore;

All I carried was only a camera to adore,

As I had my dad beside me to coddle

And I behaved like a cute toddler;

Kept me out of harm's way, his arm,

And I was the princess of his realm;.....