Love Letter

This is papa’s letter

Thinking of you, for you

Always better.

I tried, but couldn’t write

The tears flowed all the night.

 

And inscribed my love on this paper

It’s not blank, please don’t tear

Something is saying every tear.

 

I still feel the warmth

Of your tiny fingers in my hand.

And the impressions of your

Little steps in my heart.

 

I still feel your feathery weight

On shoulders of mine.

I still feel you swinging on my back

Having my lunch and dine.

 

My son, you always delighted me

And made me laugh.

When you stood

First in the class.

 

You made me laugh even,

When you cried

On finishing last.

That you couldn’t run so fast.

 

Then I enjoyed your

Babbling beats.

Complaining that

They all are cheats.

 

Though grown old,

My body still craves for you

To run your toy-cars.

Where you found plains and hills

Highways, tunnels, steep rises and falls.

Which gave you joy and thrills.

 

O my son!

My legs are waiting

You to hug them.

And waiting my back,

You rode then.

 

Living for you and

Dying for you,

O my son,

I love you.

*****