Aniruddha Pathak

Freshman - 843 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

How I Felt Seeing My Son - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Curious and anxious in some hopes of heaven,
Felt I seeing the face of my first joy,
Half hoping to see daughter, much less son,
I entered spring in steps, heart in some buoy,
And scanned the feeble face of infancy,
Peering at the four pounds, packaged thrill wrapped—
A long awaited bliss, rare ecstasy
Was in arms, and felt fatherhood on tap.
Yet found little imprint of hers, nor mines,
There are things too far for a man to see,
Still harder to see subtle tell-tale signs,
Yet, every drop has an imprint of sea.
‘They come like that and no less darling still’,
I heard her say, and felt a guilty chill.
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-Sonnets | 05.06.14 |

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015

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