Through the corner of her eye
she catches me, fumbling with
my blackberry's key. Taps on my
shoulder; says, “ Pop - I am here”.
Caught on wrong foot, I try to
focus on the game again. Numbers
spreadsheet and meetings rule, work
weighs heavy on my choked mind.
Another beep, my attention Diverts.
She throws her hands in air,
Eyes flare, cheeks red with anger;
Again she says, “ Pop, I am here”.
I am there, yet not there
The daily ritual, I often toggle;
between commerce and my
universe. Both crave for my time.
Time moves, even if hour's hand
doesn't show. Nothing can bring
back the moments of fun. In life
there's no playback option.
I pick up the dice and roll again
She smiles to see me back in the
game. A slice of life on face
of dice, dances in our eyes.
19th November 2009.
Lovely...those moments you spend with your daughter are irreplacable. Take care. As always, Sandra
a ice one nikunj.we all face the same problem of wanting to be with our children and trying desperately to juggle the family and the work and the children are the most affected.thanks
'Time moves, even if hour's hand doesn't show. Nothing can bring back the moments of fun. In life there's no playback option.' But this nice poem you wrote Nikunj, will be there for posterity.
Niks..don't mind but i've found this one as the best of all that i've read till now in your page. tat's all i can say.
...and so life changes as we juggle children, and so many other responsibilities. Nikunj, you invited me into your home, heart and your daughter's world of magical fun. The last stanza rolls stunningly. 10 love Karin
Strings that resonate between a daughter and a father have enlightened a very motivational tune of life in this poem...10/10.
The most beautiful strings ever played are the ones a daughter plays with her father. Keep her close Nikunj these moments are life long treasured memories.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our time is precious and life is so short we must be very careful how we spend it. Excellent! '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn Lott