Monday, September 12, 2011

Come and Get Me Now

I long to be a child again,
To be safe in papa’s arms,
See mamma’s mock anger at my torn uniform,
Hear Granny’s endless stories from Panchtantra,
Little brother didn’t figure on my list then,
Papa was my universe,
Rock-solid,
He could do no wrong,
How men pale in comparison,
Hurl a mouthful of hurt,
And not a sigh of regret...

I am not a child anymore,
Who can throw a tantrum,
Ah well, neither can papa come and get me now...

4 comments:

Ismita Tandon said...

Thank you so much, Aman.

Seeker of Equanimity said...

Interesting.
Speaks of a bond between you and your Dad... the 'my-Daddy-strongest' kinds :-)

Unknown said...

So was my dad... He is my only link to sanity:) ... that was so good... felt like my feeling :)

Ismita Tandon said...

@Seeker of Equanimity...all dads r strong and all daughters princess. :)

@Niya,strangely, one reconnects with them more after they are gone, don't we?

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