The Ionic Bond

Opened my eyes first in this world and

Beheld you holding me in your arms,

You tossed me up and down;

To hear my giggles and see me frown;

To see my cheeks spreading wide,

Though the toss went high and low,

But those arms had the topmost warmth and glow.

His arms turned into the Santa Claus's arms;

Though not disguised in a red and white gown;

But still the fulfiller of my wishes;

He named me his beautiful doll,

And I found him the best amongst all!

The sand blew and the time elapsed;

The Ionic Bond drew stronger than before,

Fruits, chocolates, dolls, and attires;

Everything you bought in spite of the world's satire.

The satire went - to spare a rod to spoil a child,

But this ought not the affection be mild.

The days came when you became my role-model,

The inspiration to truth and the idol of hard work,

The arms which made me play once

Now guides me as well.

Those arms now fear to hand me in some other's arms.

The fate went wrong;

Those arms went pale,

It lost its strength and scale,

The glass turned into pieces,

And the eyes in rest,

Away from the world's glitches,

That was the paradox of agony which made

The doll lost its maker...

Miss you Papa!