Friday, November 21, 2008


The warm lap
A kiss on the golden-red cheek
That hand, anytime
Those assuring eyes, holding

The chirpy giggle
A naughty twinkle
That small stepped-run, wild
Those cajoling clings

The clock has ticked
Wonders the grown
That kid is lost
with the flower just sown

-G Singh, 21st Nov 2008, San Jose, California

1 comment:

aman said...

And before we would've known
The days were bygone.