Count Poem by Aditya Raj Verma

Only once when she smiled and I cried,
Happened when I was sent for a mortal ride,
Everything around me, new and strange,
Little hands trying to reach, but everything out of range.

A sweet mumble and a meek hold,
Only the few eternal things I could behold,
As the clock hands started rolling quickly,
I upgraded from crawling to strolling swiftly.

Words were still unclear from my mouth,
But mamma knew what I was babbling about,
Pa's scooter was no less than a aeroplane,
His too funny joke stillmakes my cheek pain,

Me to school was the greatest challenge for both,
School for me was a horror house full of ghost,
Mamma shouted, scolded but I remained in same pose,
Paa watched, smiled, so calm and composed.

So, then Mamma herself became my teacher,
Putting each alphabet in school dreading creature,
Paa taught me how to love numbers and count,
But then too your love for me, I still can't count