i try lifting his head
he would simply resist
pulling my dupatta fringe
i would move my leg
he would hold on to my bossom
never allowing me to stir
i palyfully kissed the back of his palm
he broke into a divine smile
and would demand more
each time the hand reached my lips
i had no choice but to plant a kiss
and see him break into endless smiles
o, a wonderful six month old
he taught me the language of kiss
what wonderful rapport we hit at!
09oct2010
14.00 hrs
very nice poem with an truly unexpected end. excellent 10 marks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..........lovely..babies are adorable...thanks for sharing ★