The Invaluable Gift of a Child

After a hard working day, my eyes
were searching for my priceless gift,
I rested my head on the pole,
waited in anxiety, when the clock thorns were
racing one after the other
as I turned my head to go inside the hut,

those little steps sound stopped me at once

Her face was full of excitement,
In a flash she snatched my hand and held
the raw,sore,reddened and chapped palm
and she wrote, " I love you maa."
with the mehendi cone she won as a prize
A kind of spark passed all over my body
As I stared at the most graceful palm ever.