I whistle and
Five months old
Avyan, my grandson
Is watching me
Attentively.
Look, we both here
Picking up the sky.
Look, Avyan is trying
To tell something
Before all present.
And what happened!
Avyan is a piece of
Micro fiction, and
I treat him my inspiration.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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