Supratik SEN


Father-daughter At The Moment


My child, my daughter, is ready to leave
Her bag is packed. To study she has to go
In some other town she’d be a sophomore.

What is a baby pig called? Piglet
A baby eagle? Eaglet
And a baby swan? Cygnet
She’d answer these questions on my lap
Her soft puny self her butts firmly on my folded right arm
Her water bottle and bag hanging from my left shoulder
Her hands stretched she’d completely throw her without a care
Her face and little hair hanging a tad above the ground
In a second would come up and touch my cheek
With her hand around my neck
And shout Piglet, Eaglet, and Cygnet baba…ha ha ha!

Just put your right foot forward
When you are on the escalator, like this,
Every day I had to show and tell her so…

My child, my daughter, is ready to leave
Her bag is packed. To study she has to go
In some other town she’d be a sophomore.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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