My DaughterA Poem by Vishal SinghIn the title onlyOn my arm chair I lean, Smile on my face, cries within, Looking upon a face in
the frame, With dim eyes, myself I
blame.
Excuse me sir, someone called, Tis a girl, said the nurse enthralled, Stream of tears ran down my face, Unable to control my heart’s pace. Mad with joy, I flung open the door, Came into the ward, and slipped on the floor, There was my love, with my daughter in her arm, The little thing had lit the room with her charm.
Lifted her up, upon her face I gazed, She too stared at me, but looked amazed, My heartbeat skipped, with the twinkle of her eyes, Seemed a fairy on my lap, had landed from the skies.
From the baby in my arms, to a girl she grew, Time passed by faster than I knew, When suddenly I saw her running in the woods, Thought the woman inside is having changing moods.
But the blink of an eye, and she was nowhere, Rushed for her glimpse, almost everywhere, Heard a cry, hey daddy m here, My eyes searched for her, me shivering out of fear.
There she was, stretching to me her hands, I saw behind, it was end of the land, Darling, come here, tis too dangerous, Me yelled, with a feeling horrendous.
So happy as she was, gone crazy, Gushed in the wind, made my sight hazy, One fearful cry, I rubbed my eyes, Watched her slip, down from the highs.
I scream out of my sleep, See sunrays through the door crack peep, On the frame of my daughter resting on the shelf, Guess she is doing well, in the world of the elf. © 2020 Vishal Singh |
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