FAMILY
Back to my own little world
Tucked in a little corner of this big world
I love to breathe peace
With a strong feel of members
Moving around like planets;
Exchange of kisses and wife's offer of coffee
At suitable phases
Intensifying the magnetic field;
My soul nestling in the cool shade
Of my daughters and granddaughters,
With old papa scanning the newspaper
Million times at the courtyard,
The granddaughter pulling my cell-phone
For selfie clicks and latest Hindi songs;
My sister serving water-rice with curd
Fried saag,coriander- tamarind paste
And a horde of other delicacies in haste
With the calf in the shed calling for attention
And my mother in her tomb
Shouting for all kinds of perfection.
Back to my own little world
Tucked in a little corner of this big world
I love to breathe peace
With a strong feel of members
Moving around like planets;
Exchange of kisses and wife's offer of coffee
At suitable phases
Intensifying the magnetic field;
My soul nestling in the cool shade
Of my daughters and granddaughters,
With old papa scanning the newspaper
Million times at the courtyard,
The granddaughter pulling my cell-phone
For selfie clicks and latest Hindi songs;
My sister serving water-rice with curd
Fried saag,coriander- tamarind paste
And a horde of other delicacies in haste
With the calf in the shed calling for attention
And my mother in her tomb
Shouting for all kinds of perfection.
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