Nostalgia..6th sept 2004..On Keshav...

(Tumultuous mind
Seething emotions
Thoughts run helter skelter)

Little hands and feet,
Pull me hither and thither.
Not a moment to breathe
Not a minute to spare
Enjoyable ..yet tiresome.

When a tired head is laid on my lap,
When an eager hand grasps my finger,
When pattering feet run towards me,
When puckered lips reach for my cheeks,
When twinkling eyes sparkle with mischief,
..When we want to give up, throw up our hands,
Even then..
...by far the
naughtiest
cheekiest
mischievous little tot..
Even then my lovable son
You charm me with your antics...

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