Fingerprint of Love

That’s right,

after first sight

or even after repeated sights,

against any I shall fight

if one pretends to discover

in child’s innocent smile

any thing other than simplicity…

In unbelievable, believes the child.

Fondly he begs mother,

‘Give me the moon and the stars.’

Promptly she plucks the moon,

the distant stars one by one

and fills the tiny hands!

Does any body ever find any logic

behind this joyous peaceful magic?

Who can deny

in the cool wool of snow

in mother’s Himalayan heart

the tiny tot’s footprints of love

remain for ever in tact?

A divine messenger,

a finger-print of truth

and a sweet fruit

of life-long prayer and penance

the kid at last branches out

into a tall tree of happiness…