My legacy

I raise one hand to bless and pray,
He joins me the same way too.
I say,I do.I ask,do you?
He says,softly ,yes,Me too,me too.
His innocent eyes twinkle just sheer,
My raised eyebrows ,make him shake with fear.
I wipe his tears,he wipes mine too.
I smile heart to eyes,as he says I love you.
He charms few with his dimpled cheek,
And the way he hugs leaves you happily weak.
I ask him to sit,he lies in my lap,
And snuggles me,wearing his favourite cap.
These hugs and fond touches are far and few,
As these quiet deafening sensations are for him not so new.
His world is sensory bomb of shreaking sensations,
As he cries or laughs ,or gazes with pulsations.
He can’t say much yet he write epics
A child of few words,is my final legacy.

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About Nalini Srivastava

I am an Indian.I write to let go of myself.It is my catharsis.My biggest inspiration is my son and every passing moment of life.I am a teacher by profession and the way I love to write ,I love to teach.With my one solo poetry book already published "Feminine Musings" hope many more will see the light.

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