Theme: Innocence

A Guiltless Tale

The toddler on my lap, just three, 
always used to be in a gay trot,
frisky, making me run after him
gasping for breath, 
oddly restless.
No trace of sleep in his eyes.
 
Looking at his parent’s wedding stills
shoots at me his angst in a jiffy
“Why am I not in these pictures?”
Bemused, I look at him in disbelief.  
 
My effort to ease his predicament 
fails in efficacy,  nor to distract him.
Exhausting the last tool in my artillery
I make him choke in a deep embrace.

22-Aug-2016

More By  :  Pankajam K

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Thanks for the appreciation Jaipal Singhji. This is my real life experience.

pankajam
23-Aug-2016 23:34 PM

Comment Wonderful write, Pankajam Ji! With a toddler grandson now, I myself experience these feelings...

Jaipal Singh
23-Aug-2016 21:36 PM


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