10th May'16: Love Is Born
I used to wonder what love would look like
But now I know.
It surely looks like a baby wrapped in white cloth,
With only his little round head bobbing out;
And with slight, squirmy movements,
Also a tiny little hand, clenched into a fist.
Love looks like this parcel,
Sent straight from the Heaven, by the will of God.
Love looks like random colours:
Orange, blue, red and purple,
Hanging loosely on gangly limbs.
And love sounds like the cries of a baby boy,
When he asks for love and attention
Through the only means he knows.:
Milk and a change of clothes.
Love is the sparsely haired head,
That is cradled with utmost delicacy.
It smells like Johnson's baby lotion,
As its fragrance lingers on your fingertips long after you have touched the little boy.
It is the wraith of a crawling baby,
And a toddling future,
A paint splattered page,
And one small shoe lying on the floor.
Its the promises of candies before teeth have ever grown,
and its the interchange of hugs that leaves little trails of saliva on your shoulders.
Love is our little Muhammad Anas.
Rejoice for its a birth!
Of a whole new world,
A first time mother
And a first time father
And a whole set of new bonds.
Rejoice for Love is born.
But now I know.
It surely looks like a baby wrapped in white cloth,
With only his little round head bobbing out;
And with slight, squirmy movements,
Also a tiny little hand, clenched into a fist.
Love looks like this parcel,
Sent straight from the Heaven, by the will of God.
Love looks like random colours:
Orange, blue, red and purple,
Hanging loosely on gangly limbs.
And love sounds like the cries of a baby boy,
When he asks for love and attention
Through the only means he knows.:
Milk and a change of clothes.
Love is the sparsely haired head,
That is cradled with utmost delicacy.
It smells like Johnson's baby lotion,
As its fragrance lingers on your fingertips long after you have touched the little boy.
It is the wraith of a crawling baby,
And a toddling future,
A paint splattered page,
And one small shoe lying on the floor.
Its the promises of candies before teeth have ever grown,
and its the interchange of hugs that leaves little trails of saliva on your shoulders.
Love is our little Muhammad Anas.
Rejoice for its a birth!
Of a whole new world,
A first time mother
And a first time father
And a whole set of new bonds.
Rejoice for Love is born.
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