I say it's cool as a mother's blow,
On your head to make you sleep.
Some say it's a dragon eye expression,
Of father to hinder your weep.
I think it's like the first clap,
When a cooing sound,
Clarion as 'Mummy'.
Some say it's like the first slap,
When you waste the
I think it's like mother's cheery smile, .
When you return from school bus.
And some say it's father's anger,
When you behave, Impetuous.
I think it's idle tear of mother's eye
When you go college,
Some say it's persistence of father,
To let his tears voyage.
I think it's their persistence in our vein,
I call it the 'Breeze of Love'.
~ Arpit Shukla
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem