Chunnamunni Poem by Dr. Erfan K

You are my Chunnamunni
You are one I named even before you ‘Be'
Even before you come
I made your portrait
In my mind's canvas
My Anaz Pupiz, my Chunnamunni.

I said my wife even in his absence
And in my loneliness
I converse with him…Kilungi Kilungi
We three play Kilungi Kilungi
Most of the time my mom also joins us
Then we are four.

Once watching him play
I sang with my body dance-like movements:
'Uppachinte Chunnamunni
Kilungunne…Kilungi Kilungi Kalikkunne'

I love him a lot
I love his smell
I love his legs
I love his hands
I love his ears
I love his eyes
I kiss him madly
When I lick his body
I feel his as mine

Being so small
He uses his legs for reaching us
He runs his legs on our face
As an expression of his love
He flings his hand once he gets angry
We know when he turns happy
He shakes his head ‘back to front mode'
Repeatedly in a symmetrical way
The day he got fever
His body became feverishly weak
Still, at times he attempted
Shaking his head back to front

He loves Biscuit
When he watches me holding it
He transforms into the serious temperament of an old man,
Fighting me until he gets it.
Once he gets it, clutch so fast never letting it drop

There are times we fight
Me in my thirties and he in his eight months.!
I check his emotional strength
He is unyielding
Blackmailing me with his cry
I realize he is fit to survive.

As most babies do
Take everything to his mouth
He licks my hair
Watering all over my head
As I start biting his ears
He in turn begins biting my ears

He is my Chunnamunni
But I don't know
Who will I be for him
And I don't know
Whether the father-son distance will engulf us too
Still then, he would be my Chunnamunni.