Kissing A Daughter Goodnight - Poem by Preeth Nambiar
"Now, my dear daughter let us sleep unto the dreams" I whispered on her ears. "Across the ocean the princess' father owns a piece of land surrounded by dwarf hills. Winter with her beloved sun, decorates the valley with golden dew drops. The wandering wind whistles looking at them and escapes with his naughty smile! Mesmerized, when you remain at the balcony of our little palace, birds sing good morning to you, little princess".
I could see her sleepy eyelids dropping down, still pleading "…and then? ? ? "
"You can have a bath in the tranquil river with water made warm by mother earth. You can visit the shrine on the hill-top everyday, in the mornings and evenings, where the gods gather and bestow their blessings for your heart's heart. But my dear, downhill, be careful not to lose your pace on the slippery rocks and not to hurt your soft feet with those sharp pebbles. Hold my arms...hold my arms tightly! ! ' She held me tight and I found dreams flashing upon her closed eyes.
This is morning, within the age-old rented home I can hear raindrops breaking the silence. With fingers on the keys of the computer when I print these letters to the memory, I'm afraid of a moment my daughter gets up calling me with her eyes closed "Appa…where are you? ? When are we going to visit our home there? ? " I don't have any answers to kiss my daughter with!
© Preeth Nambiar 2014
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