Story

Every night my child before going to sleep

While asking for a story, from the blanket he would peep

Sure with a smile, I start narrating

And next day morning he would give it a rating 

We shared stories of far and near

Of humans and beasts of love and fear

Stories from folks that had survived ages

Stories that sometimes even escaped from the cages 

Some stories took days to be told

Even more days and nights for the mystery to unfold

Some stories I had began

My child would take it further, however, she can

Some others were left halfway

For until we grow to complete them someday

Stories were such short and so long sometimes

That the story also wished could it be served with limes

But don’t know once it happened so funnily

My child asked for the tiniest story possibly

A story that began and end at ‘I’

Each of us is a story, how could he deny!