You bring us such happy moments without knowing us so far,
Without doing anything it feels like we have won a war;
Though your life is yet to have a start,
But in ours’ you already have such a part…
As the world waited for Krishna to arrive and change it
once,
We await you to come and start afresh life’s lovely dance;
Seeing your image in the sonograph flips us over twice,
It is as if we were waiting perennially for the roll of this
dice…
We know not what your face will be like – round, long or
oblong,
Beholding you time and time again we’ll break into a song;
We know not whether you’ll be quiet or noisy,
But with you for us the picture looks much rosy...
Young one, you are going to be stuck with us whether you
like or not,
Good or bad, you have been tied to us with this delicate
knot,
Raising you will be like walking on the edge of a slippery
knife,
Whether we succeed or fail trying – you are going to be our
life…
2 comments:
Honestly, please don't suggest your own child's face might be oblong. :P
Anyway, liked the reference to Krishna - kind of created a nice depth. Again, I felt some rhyming a bit deliberate. Have a feeling that it might give off a much joyous and awaited feeling if you write it like the way you'd read to your child. :) This captures your feelings alright, but the fact that it is written as addressed to the child, it might not be so very comprehensive to the latter. ;)
Really, what is wrong with an oblong face ? :)
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